I stared up at him, unable to believe the words coming out of his mouth. My voice shook. "That's my question to ask, not yours. Tomasso, I'm carrying your child. And while I was sleeping, you were in there with another woman. Have you no shame at all?"
The words came out louder than I intended, and somewhere down the hall a door closed softly. Another soldier, disappearing. Another witness choosing blindness. The compound breathed around us, full of men who would kill on Tomasso's order, and not one of them would meet my eyes in the morning.
"Giovanna, don't overthink this. Catarina's husband is dead. She hasn't had any intimacy in a long time. I was just helping her out. It's perfectly normal, isn't it?" He softened his tone like he was coaxing a child, the same voice he used when he wanted a capo to accept a bad deal without realizing it. Measured. Warm. Utterly false. "Relax. There's nothing between us beyond this. You're my wife. You always will be. Be good. Don't get upset. It's bad for the baby."