Chapter 21 He Hates When I Am AngryI wake up the next day with a terrible headache; I really need to stop drinking. I climb out of bed and walk to the bathroom to freshen up before going downstairs but notice something different. This is not my room or my clothes. Where in God s name am I? I look under the t-shirt I am wearing, praying dearly my underwear is still there, and it is, thank God. I don t see any pictures around the room to help me guess where I am. I decide to walk outside the room to find out. I take the stairs downstairs and find someone in the kitchen. I carried my shoe in my hand in case the person kidn*pped me.
"Who are you," I say to the person with his back to me.
"Good morning to you too," He says, turning around to face me.
"Stefano," I say, dropping the shoes to t
