Chapter 8
Gio
I shouldn’t have let her run.
Or maybe it was the right thing to do. I don’t f*****g know.
I feel like I need to see a shrink, like f*****g Tony Soprano or something.
Why is it with Marissa Milano things just get muddier and muddier? That’s not true. They get crystal clear and then they fall apart.
There were moments when she was at my place, when I felt like a new man. When I found the me who’s been buried under the mold of the Family man. The person I really am. The man I was meant to be.
There were glimmers of purpose and hope. Of possibilities I never believed possible. More like a feeling or energy than a real concrete vision of a future.
But the resonance of it was incredible.
It’s still sustaining me, even though the darkness creeps back in more and more every
