By Antonia Salzano and Andrea Acutis, Catholic Exchange - I remember an event from that last summer we spent in Santa Margherita Ligure. After dinner, while Carlo was finishing his summer vacation homework, we received a phone call. It was one of his female friends. Carlo, wanting to be discreet and not disturb me [Antonia] as I worked, stepped aside. But despite this, I could hear his words clearly. So, without wanting to, I overheard him. I had never eavesdropped on other people’s conversations. And I’m not a nosy mother. But that evening, overhearing what he said was unavoidable.