He banged the door and left the room with a rage.
Seraphina cried vigorously, hugging herself tightly on the bed. Her body shook with sobs, her eyes swollen and her lips trembling. She pressed her face into her knees, whispering broken words to herself, “Why… why me… why always me?”
In his room, Vincenzo entered the shower, but the water couldn’t wash away his anger. The heat in his chest turned heavier, something strange. His fists pressed against the wall, his head bowed low. Suddenly, tears slipped down his face, mixing with the shower water. He didn’t even realize he was crying. He wanted the world to see him as cruel, cold, and bad. He built his whole life to look like a monster. Then why… why couldn’t he bear it when Seraphina called him evil? Why did her words stab him harder than
