Alessia Palieri - London, August 2017The summer holidays in Italy were over for Andrea and his family. When he, his wife Alessia and their daughter Angie landed at Heathrow Airport, Andrea was feeling like a zombie. He was having trouble getting over the pictures he’d found at his mother-in-law Matilde’s house, the ones that showed Alessandra after the raid on the Médecins Bénévoles hospital.
Three years had gone by since her alleged death, and Angie’s birth had seemed to bring him some measure of peace, but still, his sister-in-law’s death had been a hard blow, and the pictures had shocked him more than Alessia.
The morning after this incident they’d caught their plane in Venice very early. Marco, Alessandra and Alessia’s father, had taken them to the airport in his old Volkswagen Golf
