When I'm Not the Madre
Inside the box was the parting gift I had prepared long ago—a copy of a diagnostic report from the abortion procedure I had just undergone.
I wanted them to know exactly what they had destroyed with their own hands.
Marco took the dossier and the gift box, his expression complicated. "Miss Giordano, are you truly certain you won't reconsider? Don Rizzi, he—"
"No, that won't be necessary," I cut him off resolutely. "He has never loved me, so there's no reason for me to degrade myself any longer. Tell them I'm leaving and will never return."
Marco sighed and nodded. "Miss Giordano, I wish you safe travels. Snake Eye will meet you in Sambrol. The force Ms. Prodi left behind will protect you wit
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