At that moment, the door opened. My son, Giuseppe, came in, concerned about the delay. “Mom, what’s going on?” Before I could answer, the doctor said, “Your mother’s tests have shown very unusual results. We’re investigating the possibility of pregnancy.” Giuseppe initially burst out laughing, thinking there had been a misunderstanding. Then he saw the doctor’s serious expression and my pale face. “Wait a minute! My mother is eighty years old!” He turned to me, his gaze filled with pure surprise and disbelief. “Mom, are you hiding something from us?” I didn’t answer. My son took a step toward me, his voice trembling. “Mom, please. Tell me… WHO IS THIS MAN?”
I closed my eyes. Because there was something none of my children knew. For twelve years, I had been hiding a secret about my late husband, Pietro. And that secret began just three days before his death.
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