Chapter 33

Fabian

I stood at the other side of the door and heard her cry. I wanted to go in and comfort her because it was hard for me to know just how much pain she was in.

This was a big change for her and it was clearly for her own good. mostly mine but for her own good too. There were some certain things she knew that had made this place a danger to her. Just as many before her. Italy was a good place for tourists and it was also a good place for danger to reach its peak.

People are being collected in the streets because of what they know. The things that they were involved in. I have lost too many people in my car to be bothered about what she thinks and how her freedom was snatched from her. It was too much for me to handle. I knew that there was nothing that I couldn't handle but I didn't like the fact that she was sad.

I have never been indecisive to what I feel before now but who cares about what I think or what I feel?

I was leaving the entrance of her door when Imelda bumped into me