Chapter 43

• POV ADAM SCOTT
• The night was pleasant, and the enticing aroma of dinner prepared by my mother, Mary Scott, lingered in the air. My father, Thomas Scott, poured a glass of wine as we awaited the arrival of Catarina Piromalli, the woman who had occupied every thought of mine in recent months. The crucial moment of introducing my parents to her had finally arrived.
• My mother, sensing my restlessness as I texted Catarina, approached gently. “Is everything okay, dear?”