I parked my pink 1961 Maserati 3500 GT in my parents’ garage. I was dreading the Sunday family brunch with my parents, brother, my uncle, and his family. I knew everyone would be looking at me and criticizing everything that happened.Even though the heat had died down, I was still under scrutiny from the media, and I had been advised not to go to the prosecutor’s office. I had been working from home for the past two weeks.Emilio still hadn’t contacted me, and no one had seen or heard from him. I was tired of looking over my shoulder, waiting for the murderer to come and ruin my life again. God, I hated that man.I sighed, pushing all other thoughts away, and walked to the door. There were other cars in the driveway, alerting me that everyone else had arrived. Before I could even ring the doorbell, the door swung open, and my mother came into view.She hugged me tightly. Papá didn’t allow me to see her. He claimed she was in Greece visiting her parents, but I knew she was still in th
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