Chapter 5 An Error
- Dante
- This can't be happening; it must be some mistake or crazy dream.
- Giulia was the only person in my miserable life that I truly loved. Love was a strong word for me to use. The last woman who could love me even a little died in a tragic accident. My mother wasn't related by blood. She was a drug-addicted prostitute who made my existence a living hell when I was five years old.