Marco

As I recount my recent experiences to Giovanni—selling off my old cars and preparing for production to start—I sense his genuine pride in my progress.

"I admire your dedication," he remarks. "Once production begins, the rewards will be massive."

"I can hardly wait," I reply eagerly.

“And Becca? Did her presence make a difference?” Giovanni inquires.

“Yes, surprisingly,” I admit.

"She kept reminding me it's all part of the healing process."

“It's great that she's decided to stay and support you,” Giovanni says.

“Having her as your inside man will be great.”

"I couldn't agree more," I say, feeling grateful. "Although it comes with a price—I'll be starting therapy soon."

"That's a positive step," Giovanni assures me. "Having someone to talk to can make all the difference."

“I hope so,” I respond, a hint of skepticism lingering in my tone. “I just hope it's worth my time.”

“It will be,”Giovanni assures me confidently. “But before we head back, do you mind if we make a quick stop at the