FRANCESCAI still had a hard time believing I’d gotten to this point. Vincenzo, the man I had convinced myself I ended up loving, had betrayed me in the lowest possible way. “Are you sure the Vincenzo we know did this?” asked Maria in confusion. “Yes Maria, unfortunately it’s the same,” I replied and again I fell into thought. Suddenly my mother came into the living room, with an expression on her face I had never seen before. In her hand, she held an old photograph, and her gaze seemed to be anchored in an unknown past.“Mom, are you okay?” I asked her, feeling a knot form in my stomach.Her voice hushed, she asked Maria, with an anger in her eyes that almost seemed foreign to her. “Who is the woman in the photograph? And why are you standing next to her?”Maria froze on the spot. It was like time had stood still, and her gaze remained locked on an indistinct point. I tried to figure out what was going on, but everything was confusing and tense.With a roar that sounded as if it
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