“So, Isabella, do you want children?”

I turned to him very slowly, my mouth opening and closing. Finally, I managed with a tight throat, “What point is there in wanting something I can't have?”

Leonardo shook his head, pouring milk into a coffee and handing it to me. “That doesn’t answer the question.”

I took the mug from him, turning away and sipping it slowly. “I do, but that’s a wish and wishes are for dreamers.”

“I never quite agreed with that saying.” I turned back to him, and he was staring straight ahead, his hands folded on his lap. “You could be wide awake and still wish. People should...