Chiara
When Alessandro returned, I knew he was going to tell me something bad.
I didn't know exactly what, nor the dimensions of the horror he would tell me, but I knew in my bones that it was very terrible of my family. I looked at him expectantly, fearfully, but hoping that he would finally decide to stop seeing me from the veil of protection to see me from the veil of truth.
“What's wrong?” asked Valeria and I at the same time as we set the weights aside.
She had been with me since early on; we had no news from Alessandro or Nicola, so the anxiety had multiplied.
“Let's go to our room, honey,” Nicola said to Valeria. “We must give them privacy.”
Valeria understood right away, gave my hand a squeeze, and then left with Nicola. I knew he would tell her everything, so I was unconcerned. However, the expression on Alessandro's face didn't change.
“Let's go take a shower,” my mate said and held out his hand to me.
“Okay,” I said, seeing how tired he was. “Let's go take a shower.”
I took
