Chapter Thirty-Two: The Plan

Vito soon carried me in his arms from the street and over to his car, continuing to reassure me that all was going to be okay as we headed for home. But it was as though somebody repeatedly clicked pause on my emotions, there are times I’ll break down and cry whilst others, I’m sat silently not being able to feel anything, completely numb.

Getting into the house and Vito helping me to even get into some dry fresh clothes, I lay alone in bed staring at the wall in front of me, Vito had stepped out into the kitchen to get something to eat whilst telling me to get some rest. I won’t deny that I was exhausted, I had rushed around all morning setting up the café, having to deal with it alone and if that wasn’t tiring enough, I walked into my best friend's apartment and found him dead.

With all this stacked up, I should find it easy to drop to sleep and forget about all my problems whilst in my deep slumber, but my brain was preventing me from even so much as drifting. Every time that I w