" I broke off in amazement. My father—my distant, unemotional father—had a child in Italy. A child with an Italian woman called Sofia. But hidden where only Sofia could find him? A chill came over me. The letter was never delivered. A child hidden away and never found? Of course now, twenty- eight years later, I had to hope that Sofia had recovered the child and all was well. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child