They Never Saved Me A Seat So I Built My Own Table Chapter 10
With red-rimmed eyes, Bianca asked, “Did she leave because of me?”
Matteo’s first instinct was to comfort her.
But when the words reached his lips, he paused.
Before, every time she cried, they had always rushed to tell her it wasn’t her fault.
My feelings always came second.
“Not just because of you.”
Matteo’s voice was rough.
“We all did this.”
That night, Bruno took the ticket stub and went to the apartment I had originally rented.
The place was empty.
There were no gardenias on the balcony like the ones I loved.
No matching cups in the kitchen.
He should have moved in here with me.
But to take care of Bianca, he had casually tossed our plans aside.
Because he had always assumed I would wait.
Sitting on the bare floor, he sent me a long voice message.
This time, he didn’t blame me or push me.
He just said:
“Alessia, I need to see you.”
“There are things I have to say to your face.”
The next day, I got a call from reception.
Someone had flown in from New York. He’d been waiting downstairs for three hours.
When I walked out of the building, Bruno was standing in the rain.
In his arms were five gifts that had arrived far too late.