FIORELLA BIANCHI
“I AM BENJAMINE, HIS FATHER, JASMINE!” His voice rang so loud in my head and the room felt so hot. I try to register what he just said, but it makes no sense.
He furiously shouted at me, desperate for me to get that into my head. I could feel his voice vibrating in my heart. I frowned as I felt disrespected by him. He has no right to say what he just said right now; not, especially when it comes to Benjamin and my son.
“How dare you, Gabriele, how dare you use Benjamin’s name from death to your advantage! Never in your life mention his name, do you understand; and do not call me Jasmine because she does not exist. Do not use my pain to your own benefit, Gabriele,”
“I am not trying to do that, but please hear me out, baby,” His tears roll out of his eyes. He walks to
