“Okay, Lorenzo, tell me everything,” I say as we sit down on his couch and he sighs. I packed my essentials, including my Poodle Lucy who was asleep throughout the whole incident, as if nothing in the world bothered her, and we drove to his apartment. Now we're are sitting in his fancy living room with heavy tension hanging over us.
“I meet Lanai 10 years ago in Italy during vacation, and she was different. She wore bright colorful clothing, her hair was light brown, her complexion was warm and glowy, and her personality was bright. She was totally my type.”
He chuckles and shakes his head.
“I can’t believe she was my type before. I fell in love with her and soon we were living together in New York, married and happy. Then something started to happen to her. She was changing.”
He told
