Lorenzo’s Point of View
As her hand touched my face, the sound resonated in the silent room. That wasn’t enough. She accused me of everything. Partially it was my fault. Didn't she also share the blame? Who asked her to run away from me?
My eyes fell on hers. Those deep, green ones were the one what flipped my world upside down. What hadn’t I done to keep her safe? My mind went back to three years ago when all these started.
Three years ago
The loud music and the wine were exactly what I needed. I laid on my back on the couch, closing my eyes, feeling the rhythm. Soon the door opened. A smile formed on my lips.
“Take off your clothes and start immediately,” I asserted, without opening my eyes. Finally, I was on holiday. Since I had taken over my family business, I hardly had any
