Chapter 24: Whack-a-Mole
“Sixty years ago, I told myself I’d never speak to my brother again,” Leonardo Sartori said on the night of March 7th.
Reesa, sitting beside Myko, leaned forward with the rest of the crowd on Panificio Sartori’s rooftop.
“I told myself Enzo was betraying our family. That, by taking our dream of growing the bakery wholesale, he was cheapening our legacy. On some level, I knew I was being unfair. I’d been outvoted, and he’d tried to compromise. But to me, the mere idea of mass production felt like an insult. So, I clung to my opinion, and when he pursued the issue, I cut my brother out of my life, twisting a knife already plunged in from the deaths of our elder siblings.”
At the table in front of them, Dorothea lowered her head.
“Fortunately, we have grandchildren who are just as stubborn as we are,” Leonardo said and motioned for Lorenzo to stand next to him.
In her periphery, Reesa saw Cora and Myko clasp hands.