A Shadow of Guilt(61)
Three weeks later …
Valentina looked at herself in the cracked mirror of her tiny bathroom in Palermo. She was pale and wan, dark shadows under her eyes. And her eyes … they looked dead. Valiantly she pinched her cheeks as if that could restore some colour but it faded again just as quickly.
She felt empty and her body was one big ache of loss. She sighed deeply. This wasn’t meant to be so painful. The choice she’d made when she’d stood in front of Gio three weeks before … Her mouth twisted at herself. It hadn’t been a choice. It had been a deeply ingrained reflex action to protect herself. She was a coward. The worst kind of coward.
Gio. Valentina’s hands tightened on the sink—just his name was causing a physical pain in her belly. She’d been terrified she’d see him yesterday when her parents had been brought to a private clinic in Palermo, so that her father could continue his convalescence closer to home.
But it hadn’t been Gio who’d come to make sure everything was OK; it had been an assistant, the same assistant who had taken over informing Valentina what was happening. When Gio hadn’t shown up, the mixture of relief and pain had been almost crippling.
Her mother had taken one look at her and pulled her aside. ‘Valentina—’
And Valentina had cut her off, afraid that the maternal concern would undo her completely. ‘Mama, please … don’t.’
But her mother had ignored her and said gently, ‘Valentina, talk to him. He deserves that much at least.’
Valentina stood up straight. Did Gio deserve that? Did he deserve to hear what she had to say? To hear the awful shameful secret she’d kept secret for so long? The secret her mother knew because she’d witnessed the moment when—Valentina bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood.
For the first time in weeks, Valentina felt a sense of purpose. She would tell Gio … everything. And then if he still wanted her to leave, she would go and perhaps one day this awful yawning ache in her heart would ease.
A couple of hours later Valentina pulled up in the staff car park of the Corretti racetrack. When she got out she asked someone if they knew where Gio was and they directed her to the training ground.
When she got there she could see Gio in the training enclosure. One or two people were gathered around, watching him at work.
The horse pranced skittishly but Gio held the reins firm and murmured low soothing words. Valentina felt weak, her eyes automatically devouring his tall broad form. He looked thinner, leaner. His hair looked messier, as if he hadn’t cut it. The lines of his face were unbearably stark and she recalled his bleakness when Misfit had been dying. She recalled the flare of hope dying in his eyes.
She stopped a few feet away from the railing and as if sensing her presence he looked right at her and the air flew out of Valentina’s lungs. It was like a punch to the gut and the thought reverberated in her head: How on earth did I think I could live without this?
Gio’s eyes widened and his mouth opened. And then everything seemed to happen in slow motion…. As he mouthed her name—Valentina—she heard the intense yapping of a dog and saw a flurry of movement to her right as someone burst into the enclosure, clearly chasing the small terrier dog who had no business being in this area.
People started shouting as the dog ran between the horse’s feet, barking energetically. Gio’s eyes were still on her though, with a kind of sick fascination, as the horse reared high and his front hoofs caught Gio on the chest, knocking him backwards. There was a sickening crunch as Gio’s head hit off the railing behind him and then he was inert on the ground.
Valentina was unaware of moving; she was only aware of kneeling beside Gio’s supine form and holding his head in her lap, his face deathly pale. She took one hand away from the back of his head and it was covered in blood.
She wondered who was screaming hysterically for an ambulance and only realised it was her when someone put a hand on her shoulder and said, ‘It’s here.’
CHAPTER ELEVEN
‘HE’S AS STABLE as can be. He was lucky that his skull wasn’t fractured and that his ribs are just badly bruised. He’ll be in a lot of pain for a couple of weeks.’
‘OK, thank you.’
The doctor looked kindly at Valentina. ‘You should go home and get cleaned up. The sedative will have knocked him out for a while.’
Valentina smiled but it felt brittle. ‘I’m fine, I’d like to stay.’ The doctor eventually shrugged and left the private Palermo hospital room. Valentina had asked them to call Gio’s mother but they’d been told that she was away on a short trip. Yet another stark reminder of Gio’s isolation which had made her heart bleed.