Lorenzo Vitale
I watch with sorrow as my father’s body is lowered into the earth and his soul joins our ancestors.
We shed no tears, and Fiamma keeps her head held high even though we know all she wants is to join him. I look at my father-in-law, whose grief is clearly etched across his features, yet I cannot bring myself to believe it.
I spent the entire night awake while Valentina remained in the room next to mine, with guards stationed in the hallways, at the entrance, beneath her window, and inside the garage. Even if she had wanted to escape, she would not have managed it.
I organized my thoughts, trying to confront them without the mask of hatred that had guided every decision I made since learning of my father’s death. I wanted to kill everyone, and I am grateful to Francesco fo
