The sky was turning into a rosy pink, hinting at the beautiful day ahead, but for Matteo, everything seemed grey. Today was his wedding day, and he hadn’t slept all night. His loyal companion – a bottle of whiskey – kept him awake and buzzed enough so he wouldn’t do anything stupid, like running away and never look back. It was the coward’s way out, and he wasn’t a coward. No, he made a commitment, not to Emma, but to his people, and he would see it through.
His suit was hanging on the door of his wardrobe, waiting for him to put it on for the ceremony, but to him, it felt more like the suit he would wear to his funeral. If the alcohol hadn’t made him feel numb, he would drown in his own emotions, a whirlwind of anger, hate, fear, despair, pain.
He decided to get up and take a shower,
