FIORELLA BIANCHI
We arrived in Germany two hours ago, and we checked ourselves into a guesthouse with the kids. I should be home with my husband, raising our kids but I figured that if we do not conclude this rage between us and our families, it will be passed on to our kids. Oh, I cannot wait to see my parents’ reaction when they see me.
I walk into Gabriele and I’s bedroom, and I find him sitting on the couch, loading his two handguns.
Guns?
“Babe, guns? Where did you get them?” I ask, closing the door before I lock it.
“The man that was here earlier was here to drop them off,” Benjamin replies without even looking at me.
“But what are you going to do with them? I thought you only wanted to talk to your parents, not kill them,”
He raises his head and looks at me before he r
