After that day, Domenico truly lost his mind. He spent all his time outside the estate gates like a beggar, wearing tattered clothes and huddled in the corner. He watched me come and go with the children.Sometimes the children would glance at him curiously and point, asking, "Mommy, who's that man?"He would force out a smile uglier than crying. He would hold broken toys he had scavenged from somewhere and try to hand them over, mumbling, "Sweeties... Daddy..."However, I never let the children accept anything from him. I never let them get close to him. And I never spoke another word to him.Salvatore once asked me if this was too cruel.I looked out the window at the figure huddled in the rain, feeling nothing. "Father, when he tried to sell me for one dollar at that auction, when he abandoned me in an exploding car for her, when he killed our children with his own hands… Did he ever consider whether that was cruel?"Salvatore sighed and said nothing more.Domenico died on a
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