Chapter 67

• Salvatore Gianluca
• I stood there, staring at her—so small, fragile, and sublime—that my heart melted. No woman had ever made me feel this way before. My hands began to tremble, and words refused to flow from my mouth.
• Roxanne kept looking at me as if I were some kind of freak. I couldn’t understand why she held so much resentment when, in the end, she was the one who had decided to leave, denying me the chance to be with my daughter.