Thursday 28th SeptemberDown for breakfast at 10 o’clock, just before it shut. The kids are still having breakfast. I tell them about Young Cushi’s invitation. Emma and Mark turn their noses up. Clara says: “You bet I want to go. Just don’t leave me behind.” As we are enjoying our fresh croissants and cappuccino by the sea, thoughts of Adriano and Giulio flitter by in my mind. I keep trying to bring my focus back to us sitting under the sun amongst the sound of waves breaking, and seagulls squawking.
Giulio and Adriano’s day has come. Brothers in death. Two men who’ve played their cards wrong. Who have hit above their height and tumbled down. Others might have got away with what they did, but these two operated under the shadow of an unforgiving and relentless justice, which is far bigger
