Alessandro
“Mother, what are you doing here?” I asked, angrily, and stood up despite the stinging pain.
“Is this how you receive your mother?” she asked, sadly. I knew it was an exaggerated gesture on her part. Then she walked into the apartment.
“They almost killed you, and I wasn’t allowed to come and see my son’s condition, because no one had the decency to tell me what had happened to you. I knew something was going on, I noticed movements that made me suspicious, but your father didn't want to say anything. So, I spied on him and I found out when I overheard the phone discussion he was having with him." She pointed to Enzo with her chin, looking at him angrily.
Enzo snorted.
“How did you get here? No one can leave the house.” I said, putting my hand on my other side, which was un
