That was how Raffaele found her, hours later. She hadn’t moved at all, still kneeling next to her mother’s body, eyes closed. As soon as he got her call and heard her scream, he jumped into his car and drove like a mad man to her house. Instead of the usual five hours, it took him less than four.
The sight that expected him when he opened her front door would haunt him for the rest of his life. He took two big strides and crouched down next to her, pulling her into his arms. She didn’t react, it seemed as if she didn’t even notice that he was here at all.
Raffaele looked around, trying to figure out what happened. Ilaria’s throat had been cut, that much was sure. She was kneeling next to her, blood soaking into her jeans, but she was indifferent to it. Sharp pieces of what s
