Chapter 132
- Fabio’s POV
- The air was heavy with the smell of lilies and damp earth, a scent that would forever be etched in my memory. The funeral had ended, but I remained, feeling like a statue among the crowd, with my brothers, Dante and Diego, standing beside me.
- My mother, Gabriella, her face a rigid mask of sorrow and rage, laid her hand on my arm. Her touch felt like a searing brand.