GIANNA
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I took the first flight back to Los Angeles, leaving the kids with their nanny.
Sheila came to pick me up at the airport and drove me straight to our parents’ house.
It was just a few hours since my mother announced the news to me yet the house was already filled up. There was a sad and gloomy vibe, letting me know that this was real. My father was really gone.
“Where’s mom?” I asked Sheila when I kept running into several relatives that I hadn’t seen in years.
“She was upstairs when I left for the airport. She took a break from receiving condolences.”
I nodded and headed upstairs. The house was still the same as I had left it. Not a single thing had been touched. As I walked up the staircase, I took note of the pictures hanging on the wall. There were very few pictures
