Her protector indebted to the mafia boss
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He inhaled and exhaled
“The only family I ever knew was my grandmother, and at the age of five, I already knew I wasn’t wanted. She constantly reminded how she was took old to be taking care of a child and how I needed to fend for myself.” He pauses again. “That’s how long I’ve been taking care of me, since I was five. No one to rely on, no one to turn to. Just me, myself and I.” He takes a deep breath, his voice heavy with emotions.
The way he says it, with such raw vulnerability, makes me feel a pang of empathy. I can sense the depth of his scar, the weight of his struggles. For the first time, I see Stefano not as my captor, but as a complex and wounded person.
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