Gabriel
My car had been repossessed, but it really didn’t matter because my drivers license was still suspended. Luckily there was a city bus that would take me all over Rutberg and even into Townline. It dropped me at the children’s play park, and I walked a few blocks to the big house I had grown up in.
I took a moment to stare up at the Victorian mansion against the backdrop of a dark cloudy sky, and waited to feel something. That old house used to fill me with dread and anxiety. But on that day, as I looked at that hideous statue out on the front lawn, I felt…
Nothing.
It was never the house, I realized but the life it represented. The ostentatious old-world Italy, the generational wealth, the overbearing patriarchy. I’d been born under the Segretto crest but it had always chafed l
