“That sounds ominous.”
“Because it is. You’ve always had issues connecting with people, ever since you were a child. She’s too young to handle someone like you.”
“Ilaria, please, you make it sound like I’m a psychopath.”
My mother sighs and shifts her gaze to something behind me. Her eyes remain glued to that spot for a couple of minutes, and she appears to be deep in thought.
“You’re my child, Salvatore. I love you the way you are,” she says, then looks directly into my eyes. “But we both know you’re not what most people consider normal. If I’m right, and if you do feel something for this girl, you’ll make her life very difficult. You know you become unreasonable when you fixate on something. You’ll need to either control yourself or explain certain things to her. Otherwise, she will
