Chapter 61 She Belongs To Don

• The ride home was silent, with each person absorbed in his own thoughts. Julia was calm; at least for now she was.
• She directed her gaze out of the dark tinted windows trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall out. It was painful, so painful that she felt her eyes tingling.
• Marcello had to glance at her from the driver's seat, not that he was concerned; he barely was, but he wanted to see how she was doing. He had already watched her cry for hours wondering when she was going to stop.