“I should be over it, but I’m not. It still haunts me everyday.”
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Antonio’s POV
I woke up, groggy and tired, the weight of yesterday's events bearing down on me like a physical force. The shooting, Enzo's confession, the revelation about my father's reckless decision... It all swirls in my mind like a toxic storm, refusing to let me escape.
As I sit up, my head spins. I rub my temples, trying to shake off the fatigue that clings to me like a shroud. I feel a sharp pain in my arm reminding me about the injury all of over again.
“Arrrrgh, son of a b*tch!” I cursed out loud.
I throw off the covers and swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet dangling in the air. I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of responsibility settle onto my shoulders.
I still don’t know what to do w
