Epilogue 1

"Andrea, I said to stop doing that," I exclaimed. He had come home from school with a call his teacher had given me. Once again, she notified me of his fighting at school.

"It wasn't my fault! He was picking on a girl for no reason. Papa always told me to defend those who can't defend themselves. Volevo solo aiutare, ma," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Shaking my head, I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards his father.

[I only wanted to help ]

"I swear he acts more like Valentino than Valentino acts like himself," I said, rolling my eyes before letting him go. Alex looked at Andrea before his eyes went up to me.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Andrea decided it would be fun to get into only his third fight this week. They're talking about suspending him, and he's only nine years old," I explained before sitting right beside Alex on the couch. Andrea stood in front of us, an eyebrow raised in a question.

"What did I tell you about fighting? Combattere senza scop