Mena
The days dragged on, some even worse than the others, and I was feeling lonelier by the day. I knew this would happen, and I knew Alessio wasn’t doing it on purpose—so I kept that in mind.
It didn’t help that he took Donni, Levi, and Dante with him. The three I would hang out with from time to time. They followed him wherever he went. Gian was too busy with therapy, and if not, he was either resting or hung out with some of the guys. His real friends.
I gazed out of the window, listening to the excited squeals of the girls behind me as they played with their dollhouse. Yet another car drove past the gates. When I first came here, I used to take a peek every now and then in fear of Anson coming for us. But now it had become a habit, and I didn’t know for what reason.
I guess after
