Eliseo Leone:-
The doors of the hospital burst open as I stepped in.
Rather than walking, I stormed in, with Cassandra’s bloodstained body in my arms, influenced by the never-ending rage. My wife leaned against my shoulder, her lips opened, almost ready to slip down an abyss that I wouldn’t allow. Every step I take or even try to close my eyes to bring, I am reminded of the image of her pale face, red blood on her hooded sweater, and her almost lifeless body lying on the pavement, struggling to fight and survive.
All activity in the fluorescent-lit emergency room stopped without warning.
The phones went silent. Nurses froze. I witnessed one patient with a wheelchair drop his coffee. The whole surrounding changed as it is not every day that the head of Italy’s Mafia, Don Eliseo Leone, r
