Valentina De Luca
My head throbs, and given the circumstances, I didn't have to fake anything when I arrived at the Don's residence.
I didn't argue when Lorenzo insisted on leaving me at his house while my father-in-law went looking for my drunken father.
I don't argue about anything when the horrifying image of Graziela's body lying on that bed haunts me second after second.
My father had decided he didn't want that child, but the way he put an end to it was, at the very least, monstrous.
She had chosen to keep the baby. She wanted that child, and I know it would have been loved.
But she had no choice in its conception.
Nor in its death.
I felt a flicker of satisfaction when my future brother-in-law reacted to Dante's atrocities, but I felt disgust toward Lorenzo when he stated th
