**Vito
She was such a lovely woman. Her smiles melted my heart and amended the broken pieces that had been untouched since my last breakup. I couldn't imagine the hell she must have passed through while in marriage to be hurt by that asshole called Dante.
Why do good people always get hurt? I hadn't spent a lot of time with her, but not even Lilo had said ill of her, and the little time spent together made me know who exactly she was.
Cooking with her wasn't just fun but a memory I wouldn't easily get rid of. She smiled all through, and they really reached her eyes. Her vegetable salad had that taste I had longed to savour, so I couldn't help but ask her, “Is it your mum who taught you how to cook? Or did you learn it elsewhere?”
She chuckled, “My mum, of course. She's sick now.”
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