He left her without a word. Six years later he's living across the street.
Izzy Doyle throws bowls in a ceramics cooperative on Van Brunt Street. She's twenty-eight. She has a studio, a mother, and a life she built out of the wreckage of the summer a man named Sebastiano walked out of her small apartment in Bushwick and never came back.
She has never known why.
She's stopped trying to know why.
Then on a Tuesday morning in April she looks up from her wheel and sees a shape in a fourth-floor window across the street. Broad shoulders. Dark curly hair. A specific set to a specific back that her hands remember before her head does.
Sebastiano Marchetti has come home to Brooklyn to handle a family matter. His brother put him in a loft two hundred feet from the studio of the woman he has loved for seven years. The brother did not know. The brother would have put him anywhere else in the city if he had.
Bas has three weeks before the associates his uncle's conviction has left him with catch up to him. He does not have time for this. He does not have the right to knock on her door. He does not have — after six years of silence — the specific stretch of ninety seconds it takes a woman with clay under her fingernails to cross Van Brunt Street and stand in front of him and say the name she has not spoken aloud in six years.
Sebastiano.
She does not know his last name.
She does not know his family.
She does not know the specific reason he left in June of 2020 was not that he stopped loving her — it was that he did.
He is going to have to tell her.
He is going to have to tell her all of it.
And then he is going to have to find out whether the specific woman he has loved for seven years wants to be the fourth wife at a table in Brooklyn Heights, or whether the small silver bracelet she leaves on the hook by his door is the last thing she is going to leave in the loft on Van Brunt.
The Long Way Home is the fourth and final book in the Marchetti Brothers series — the story of Sebastiano, the black sheep who ran, and Isabel Doyle, the woman who spent six years making a specific body of ceramic work about a specific stretch of grief without knowing whose grief it was.
Standalone. HEA guaranteed. Fourth-wall Sunday dinner delivered.
Izzy Doyle throws bowls in a ceramics cooperative on Van Brunt Street. She's twenty-eight. She has a studio, a mother, and a life she built out of the wreckage of the summer a man named Sebastiano walked out of her small apartment in Bushwick and never came back.
She has never known why.
She's stopped trying to know why.
Then on a Tuesday morning in April she looks up from her wheel and sees a shape in a fourth-floor window across the street. Broad shoulders. Dark curly hair. A specific set to a specific back that her hands remember before her head does.
Sebastiano Marchetti has come home to Brooklyn to handle a family matter. His brother put him in a loft two hundred feet from the studio of the woman he has loved for seven years. The brother did not know. The brother would have put him anywhere else in the city if he had.
Bas has three weeks before the associates his uncle's conviction has left him with catch up to him. He does not have time for this. He does not have the right to knock on her door. He does not have — after six years of silence — the specific stretch of ninety seconds it takes a woman with clay under her fingernails to cross Van Brunt Street and stand in front of him and say the name she has not spoken aloud in six years.
Sebastiano.
She does not know his last name.
She does not know his family.
She does not know the specific reason he left in June of 2020 was not that he stopped loving her — it was that he did.
He is going to have to tell her.
He is going to have to tell her all of it.
And then he is going to have to find out whether the specific woman he has loved for seven years wants to be the fourth wife at a table in Brooklyn Heights, or whether the small silver bracelet she leaves on the hook by his door is the last thing she is going to leave in the loft on Van Brunt.
The Long Way Home is the fourth and final book in the Marchetti Brothers series — the story of Sebastiano, the black sheep who ran, and Isabel Doyle, the woman who spent six years making a specific body of ceramic work about a specific stretch of grief without knowing whose grief it was.
Standalone. HEA guaranteed. Fourth-wall Sunday dinner delivered.
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