LEONARDO
Someone rational will let go. Someone cool-headed and soft-spoken won’t drag it with him. He was my son after all, and I was the father. I was the one meant to make the sacrifices and act mature. I was the one meant to shake my head and turn my back.
Deep down, I know that was the right thing to do, but deep down, I was also a bastard. Deep down, I had a few screws loose, and I couldn't just do those things. Deep down, I wanted to drag this out and see where it would take us and where we would end up.
And Isabella was in the middle of this. Sweet, bold Isabella with a honey-filled rose between her legs. Lovely Isabella, who has my son wrapped around her pink fingers, and she doesn’t even know it. She didn’t ask to be part of any of this, but she was already in the middle, so
