Alessio
It had been three days. Three days since everything went to hell, since we found Gian in that cold storage, and since Uncle…
I took a deep breath, burying my head between my hands as I sat in the hospital waiting area. I couldn’t stand being in Gian’s room anymore, especially not when he was the quietest I had ever seen him in my life.
I couldn’t blame him, and I hadn’t expected anything else from someone who had just lost a limb.
In the past, I would wish for him to turn it down a notch, but this was not what I meant. My fingers were wrapped tightly around the watch in my hand. The final thing I was able to retrieve from Uncle.
Everything that had happened felt like a cruel joke. It wasn’t just Uncle’s life that was taken, but in a way, Gian’s too. He was a fighter, always ha
