Nothing Is Yours

Loving Giulia Cataldo has already cost Marta Ferraro a lover, a fortune, and very nearly her art. The two of them grew up three doors apart in Portobasso, a poisoned seaside quarter south of Naples, and sealed their friendship with a knife on a boathouse roof. Now Marta has clay under her nails and a name in Milan, and Giulia is standing at her door again, ruined and radiant, asking for one more thing. She always asks. Marta always says yes.