SERENA'S POV
Farro didn't say anything when I came back to the car.
I'd timed it well enough that I was only a little later than a conversation with Beppe should have taken, and I'd walked the last stretch slowly so I wouldn't arrive out of breath, and I gave him a small tired smile and got in and that was that. He drove. I looked out the window. He had no idea I'd spent the gap in a back room learning that my whole understanding of the night my family died was wrong.
Sal was alive.
I let the words sit in me the whole way back, turning them over, looking for the place they didn't fit, because part of me kept waiting to find the flaw in Adela's story. She was scared. Scared people see things. Maybe she'd seen a man who looked like him. Maybe grief had rearranged her memory.
