I dozed off while sitting in a chair, trying to remain alert for any sign of the boys, who were supposed to come for us as soon as everything had been resolved. My eyes snap open when I realize night has fallen, dark and ominous, while the silence outside is terrifying. I stare through the window, but there is no trace of light within the vegetation.
The bed where Salvatore should be is empty, and I rise in a hurry.
I rush downstairs and find him drinking a glass of wine while Bianca cooks something and Carina laughs at something her uncle said. I approach silently, trying to determine whether he is having some kind of episode, because our agreement was that no one could find out.
Power would be transferred to Lorenzo without any mention of the Alzheimer’s. He is still in the early stag
