Six months later...
Manon
I hug the waterlogged pillow, feeling sick and lonely. Luciano and Savannah try to help but I only want one person.
Niccoló. It's been six months since he was taken away. I've done things...things I didn't think I was capable of.
I just want him home. I miss him so much, it physically aches. The doctor told me the stress wasn't healthy for me or the baby, but I couldn't help it.
He's probably not eating. What if someone jumped him? What if he got sick? What if he turned gay?!
I mean, of all the possibilities, I think that might be the most probable. Considering his skill set I mean.
Anyway, never mind that!
That bastard won't come home. He told me to hang in there, that everything would be fine.
But it's not. It feels like I'm dying. I know he's alive. He
