EpilogueI don’t like this place. I don’t like the hospitals, either the institutions full of mad people and doctors who got paid only to stuff patients with sedatives.
So many times I’m told that medicines I usually take, help me to get better, but I’m not sick at all.
And then... what do they want from me? Why are there always police officers outside, at my room door?
It’s all fault of Luca why I’m here, he lies inside me and only gets out from there every time he’s called.
But every time that happens, it causes problems to me and the persons close to me...
He has killed my son Marco and my husband, he has killed his own twin brother and his own father but I wouldn’t wonder if, sooner or later, he’s gonna kill other people, too.
What makes me feel totally sure is that perhaps he’d n
