Chapter 20 - THE MARRIAGE TEST
Six months passed.
Peace returned.
Which, in the Moretti family, meant nobody had been kidnapped for approximately twenty-seven weeks.
Nora considered it progress.
Then Lorenzo received an offer.
Washington.
A federal task force wanted him as a private-sector advisor on organized financial crime.
His knowledge of criminal networks was invaluable.
It would also require him to spend almost half the year away from New York.
He did not tell Nora immediately.
That became the problem.
She found the documents in his office.
“You were going to take it?”
“No.”
“You were considering it.”
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
“Three weeks.”
Nora stared.
“Three weeks?”
“I didn't want to disrupt everything.”
“So you hid it?”
“I was thinking.”
“Alone.”
Lorenzo exhaled.
“Nora.”
“No. We don't do this anymore.”
“It affects you.”
“Exactly.”
“And Lily.”
“Exactly.”
“So I wanted to know what I thought first.”
“There's nothing wrong with knowing what you think.”
She pointed at the papers.
“There is something wrong with treating our marriage like a board meeting where you prepare the proposal before inviting me.”
Lorenzo became defensive.
“I haven't accepted anything.”
“That isn't the point.”
“What is?”
“That after everything we went through, some part of you still thinks protecting me means deciding when I get information.”
He stopped.
She was right.
That made him angrier at himself.
But instead of admitting it, he said:
“You keep turning every disagreement into a lesson about control.”
Nora’s face changed.
He regretted it immediately.
“Because control nearly destroyed every family we know,” she said quietly.
“Nora—”
“No.”
She left.
They slept in separate rooms.
For the first time since marriage.
Lily noticed within four hours.
“Are you divorcing?”
Nora nearly dropped a plate.
“No.”
“Good.”
Lily continued eating cereal.
“Because I don't want two Christmases.”
Lorenzo stared.
“Most kids want two Christmases.”
“That's too many schedules.”
Nora covered a laugh.
The tension eased slightly.
But not enough.
Giovanni refused to interfere.
Then interfered constantly.
He invited both of them to breakfast and “accidentally” left.
He booked them one hotel room for a charity gala.
He disabled the second guest bedroom thermostat.
Nora caught him.
“John.”
“What?”
“You are manipulating us.”
“I am old.”
“That isn't a defense.”
“It works often.”
Eventually Nora and Lorenzo attended therapy.
Lorenzo hated the idea.
Then liked the therapist.
Then hated that too.
The therapist asked:
“What scares you about telling Nora things before you have solved them?”
Lorenzo answered:
“That she might worry.”
Nora said nothing.
The therapist asked:
“And what happens if she worries?”
Lorenzo paused.
“I feel responsible.”
There it was.
Not control.
Guilt.
Lorenzo believed love meant preventing pain.
Nora believed love meant sharing truth even when painful.
Neither was entirely wrong.
They had simply been fighting different ghosts.
That night, Lorenzo said:
“I don't want Washington if it costs this.”
Nora looked at him.
“That's also not the answer.”
“What is?”
“Do you want it?”
He hesitated.
“Yes.”
“Then say that.”
“I want it.”
“Okay.”
“And you?”
Nora thought.
“I don't want you gone half the year.”
He nodded.
“Okay.”
“But I also don't want Lily growing up believing marriage means one person’s dream automatically becomes the other person’s sacrifice.”
Lorenzo looked at her.
They negotiated.
Three days in Washington every second week.
Remote work otherwise.
Nora would expand her senior-care foundation nationally and use Washington trips for advocacy.
They made a life where both dreams fit imperfectly.
That was marriage.
Not sacrifice by one person.
Adjustment by two.
Then, on Lorenzo’s first official day in Washington, he received a sealed federal file.
The name across the front was:
BRODY CARSON.
Status:
MISSING FROM WITNESS PROTECTION.
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And beneath it:
Possible target: Lily Moretti.
