GABRIELE FERRARI
I just drove my car into the parking garage, and I am heading into the house. I had to leave early today so that I could sort out my s**t. I am not only in trouble with my wife, but I am also in trouble with other things, and I don’t know how to tell my wife about it because she will worry so much. I thought I could keep her happy, but why am I failing so much?
As I head to the lobby, I look around to check if there is anyone, but it is just too quiet. My cell phone rings, and I answer it because it is Pablo.
“Ey,” I weakly answer him. I have had a long day and he knows that. I left Apollo to him because I have bigger things to worry about right now. How is he still awake when he did not sleep all night?
“Man, how are things looking on your side?” He asks. I told him
