I Came Back From Seven Years of Hell
The breeze back then had been gentle, and the sunlight had been warm.
Now, everything had changed.
On the last day of October, the wind turned sharper and colder. Fallen leaves were swept up, drifting down lightly at his feet.
I stopped walking. Without looking back, I said quietly, "Come in and have a seat."
Giuliano froze. Then, his face lit up with wild joy. He nodded profusely and cried, "Okay! Okay!"
He sat on the couch, stiff and uneasy, like he'd rehearsed this moment in his head a thousand times. "I'm sorry, Elena. Everything was my fault. I killed our baby, and I killed Marta. I can't even be called human…
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