Nathan Rossi Passed Away Novels & Stories

At that time I realized that the silence of loneliness was sad and suffocating. On the other hand, I can’t help but blame myself for what happened. However, I know more than anyone else that if I don’t fetch his soul someone else will do it. Death is not something that a person or anyone in the world has control over especially if a person’s death is predestined and written. I learned CSA killed Mr Perelman or Central Sleep Apnea a condition wherein a person pauses in breathing due to a lack of respiratory effort during sleep. That’s the thing Hazel explained to us when we last got together after the funeral.

“You knew I was enjoying nothing. You said I looked like a damsel in distress.” “Of course, Princessa!” “Princessa?” I arched a brow. “My God!” I broke into an unexpected laugh. “Yes. I’m terrible with children.” I admitted. “But unlike you who went to my company and wrecked things, I was trying so hard to be you and that’s why I had to cancel the meeting with the writer that night.” “Speaking of the writer,” Miles said. I fixated my gaze on him. “Nathan called this morning. Margaret died during the early hours of the day. The care home called him.” Miles supplied.

Axel frowned, “Isn't there a Rossi on your board now? Nevan says he was one of the two people who voted against nanosync.” I nodded. “His son, Leonardo Rossi.” But what I did not say was that he was also the man that I had a growing suspicion that the day he breathed his last, it would be by my hands.

I said the first thing that came to my mind. "Who said that?" "Douglas Horton." "Hmm Smart guy." Lucille became quiet the rest of the ride. She listened to me talk about Jasper and me when we were kids. She smiled and laughed, but didn’t say anything. When I parked outside 575 Park Avenue, she suddenly asked an unexpected question. “Hey Boo? What happened to Vittorio?” “He died with Matteo and Corrine. Why?” “He was the one who ran over Nathan. Good riddance.”