Chapter 14 - THE SUNDAY HE FINALLY CAME HOME|
The first Wednesday afternoon was awkward.
Ethan arrived carrying a small toolbox Daniel had left him.
Luca met him at the garage door.
Neither knew whether to hug the other.
So they shook hands.
The sight of a powerful thirty-six-year-old man shaking hands with a nervous thirteen-year-old boy nearly made me laugh.
But neither of them seemed to mind.
I brought lemonade and sandwiches to the workbench.
Ethan thanked me and immediately began arranging the tools.
Luca unfolded the motorcycle's maintenance manual.
For almost an hour, they discussed screws, wiring, and engine parts.
They barely mentioned anything personal.
And somehow, that was exactly what they needed.
The next Wednesday, Ethan came back.
Then he returned the following week.
Sometimes Grace dropped him off.
Sometimes Luca picked him up after confirming the plan with her.
There were no surprises and no last-minute demands.
If Luca was running late, he called before Ethan had to wonder where he was.
If Ethan had too much homework, he stayed home without anyone making him feel guilty.
I watched their relationship grow slowly.
Not through dramatic speeches or expensive gifts, but through ordinary afternoons.
Luca taught Ethan how to use a torque wrench.
Ethan showed Luca a digital diagram he'd found for the motorcycle's ignition system.
They argued about baseball teams.
They burned a frozen pizza because neither remembered to check the oven.
And once, they spent forty minutes looking for a screwdriver that Luca had put in his own pocket.
Grace began smiling more often.
She no longer seemed frightened whenever Luca's name appeared on her phone.
She also secured a permanent daytime position with better hours at the medical center.
When she received the offer, she called me before anyone else.
"Natalie, I won't have to work so many nights anymore."
I was so happy I nearly dropped the laundry basket.
"Grace, that's wonderful!"
She laughed.
"I might actually get to make dinner with my son."
Luca congratulated her when he heard the news.
But he didn't try to claim any credit.
He understood that she'd earned the position through her own work.
And Grace seemed to appreciate that more than any expensive present he could have bought her.
As winter deepened, the investigation into the forged documents continued.
The questionable wedding invoice had been formally disputed.
Some money was returned by the event company while the remaining claims were handled through legal channels.
Patrick no longer worked for Luca.
Vanessa's involvement in the false correspondence and billing arrangements had become part of the evidence provided to the appropriate authorities.
There would be no instant courtroom victory or dramatic arrest simply because Luca wanted one.
Elena insisted that the legal process proceed on evidence, not influence.
Luca agreed.
The most important consequence was already clear.
Vanessa no longer had a place in the Moretti household.
The wedding had been canceled, the engagement announcements removed, and the family's business access secured.
Luca made no attempt to reconcile with her.
He had finally understood that love couldn't be built on forcing a child out of someone else's life.
One cold Saturday afternoon, I found Ethan and Luca working together in the garage.
The motorcycle was nearly finished.
The restored engine gleamed beneath the overhead lights.
Ethan stood beside the workbench, holding a small metal part.
"Are you sure this goes here?" he asked.
Luca examined the diagram.
"Pretty sure."
Ethan frowned.
"That's what you said last time."
"And I was right eventually."
"After we took it apart again."
Luca laughed.
"Your dad would've loved you arguing with me."
Ethan looked down at the component.
Then he said something that made both of us go quiet.
"I wish Dad could see this."
Luca lowered the manual.
"Me too, buddy."
Ethan swallowed.
"Do you think he'd be proud?"
Luca looked toward the motorcycle.
"I know he would."
Then Ethan surprised him.
He held out his father's watch.
"Can you keep this safe while we finish?"
Luca accepted it carefully.
"Of course."
Ethan looked at the worn leather strap.
"It doesn't fit as well anymore."
"You're growing."
Ethan smiled faintly.
"I guess."
Luca looked at the watch.
"We could have the strap repaired."
"Could we keep the old one?"
"Absolutely."
Ethan nodded.
"Then maybe Dad's watch can keep working for a long time."
They finished installing the final component an hour later.
Luca checked the connections again.
Ethan stood beside him, holding his breath.
"Ready?" Luca asked.
Ethan nodded.
"Ready."
Luca turned the ignition.
For one terrible second, nothing happened.
Then the engine coughed.
It sputtered once.
Twice.
And suddenly, the old motorcycle roared to life.
Ethan jumped backward in surprise.
Then he began laughing.
It was the loudest, happiest laugh I'd heard from him since I'd known him.
Luca immediately shut down the engine after the brief test.
He looked at the boy.
"We did it."
Ethan stared at the motorcycle.
Then he threw both arms around Luca.
"We fixed Dad's bike!"
Luca froze for half a heartbeat.
Then he wrapped his arms around Ethan and held him tightly.
I turned away because tears were already running down my face.
A few minutes later, Teresa appeared at the garage entrance.
She'd heard the engine from the house.
"Well," she said, smiling, "I suppose we won't have to buy another motorcycle to keep you two busy."
Ethan laughed.
Luca shook his head.
"Don't give him ideas."
Then Teresa looked at Ethan.
"I was wondering whether you and your mother might want to come to dinner tomorrow."
The boy stopped smiling.
I saw the familiar uncertainty cross his face.
For months, Sunday dinner had been the place he was afraid he'd lost.
Teresa noticed his hesitation.
"Nothing fancy," she added.
"Just pasta, soup, and perhaps too much garlic bread."
Ethan looked toward Luca.
"Would it be okay?"
Luca's expression softened.
"Of course."
Ethan swallowed.
"Even if Mom comes?"
"Especially if your mom comes."
He glanced at me.
"Can Natalie eat with us?"
I looked startled.
"Ethan, I'll be working."
Luca shook his head.
"Not tomorrow evening."
He smiled toward Teresa.
"I think we can make room for one more person."
Ethan looked down at the watch Luca had returned to him.
He gently fastened it around his wrist.
Then he asked a question so quietly that I almost missed it.
"Will there still be a chair for me?"
Teresa approached and touched his cheek.
"Sweetheart, that chair has been waiting for you."
Ethan's eyes filled.
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But this time, he wasn't crying because someone had told him he didn't belong.
He was crying because, after everything he'd endured, he was finally beginning to believe that he did.
