POV Mattia.
The next day, I sit in the garden as I drink a cup of coffee, waiting for Luciano. I don't know why, but I couldn't sleep all night, curious to know what's happening.
«If he says it's urgent, it's because it is»; Luciano Morgan wouldn't bother to come from Italy to America unless what he has to tell me is really important.
I carefully blow on the coffee to cool it before bringing it to my lips, hoping the headache I have will disappear after ingesting the caffeine. I swallow and cross my left leg over my right without stopping to think about Valeria; who has been locked up with Aitana and Luisa in her room, unwilling to come out. It breaks my heart to see her like this. But I've decided to let her think and rest, hoping she reflects and understands that even though she doesn
