The Sixth Goodbye
In the video, Lorenzo lay in a hospital bed, his right arm bandaged up and his face pale.
He pulled a smile, his voice raspy. “Why are you crying? When have I broken a promise about getting you anything?”
Then came a text from Gianna. “He’s awake. He said he’s going to figure something out about the penthouse. Don’t be mad at him. There’s nothing to worry about.”
She even attached a tongue-out emoji at the end of the message.
I didn’t respond to her text.
Half an hour later, I returned to the apartment I shared with Lorenzo.