Marco’s POV.
Michaela falls and I grab her before she hits the ground. I look at Alfonso and he is stood frozen as he looks at the woman who talks softly to the women before she steps closer to us. I look at Mic and then at the woman and I realise how much alike they both are. I turn my head and look at Slade, who is smiling.
“Amore mio. Is it really you?” Alfonso chokes out, and she nods her head and moves towards him. She has the grace and poise of a mafia queen. She doesn’t falter in her steps, each step light yet confident. She moves towards her husband and he rushes towards her, stopping a couple of feet from her.
“Sὶ it is me. I’m sorry, amore mio, I’m sorry.” Her voice cracks as Alfonso moves the rest of the distance to her and wraps her in his arms as they both break down.
“I
