Chapter Forty Five - RIP
Marco took a deep breath as he led Eva into the house of the Simoncelli family, the normal happy atmosphere was replaced by a sadness that washed over all residents, from the family members to the guards that roamed around the building. Sat in the corner of the room face ashen white was Nonna Simoncelli, Eva instantly walked over to her, and kissed her fingers, then wrapped her arms around the heartbroken woman wanting to offer her some comfort at this terrible time.
“Eva, how good of you to come” Nonna Simoncelli breathed, a small sad smile on her lips.
“Marco, he is waiting for you, but is as ill as can be” she added, looking to Marco.
Nonna Simoncelli understood all too well that she may never speak with her husband again, they had said their goodbyes
