Valentina's POV
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as I replayed the nightmare, leonardo crying for his mother, his face twisted in pain.
“I'm sorry Mom, I'll do better,” he had said, his face full with sweat, as he clenched the bed sheets.
My mind drifted to the necklace he fixed and the note that followed it. It was small but it meant something to me.
“No one apart from my Mom and you had cared for me, even if you're an annoying jerk,” I said laughing softly, “I know you care but too scared to show it,” I whispered, as I heaved a sigh.
I reached for the water at the side of my bed, and remembered the conversation I had with him late at night, telling me about Catarina, about how she treated him, and about crying alone.
You don't have to carry this alone…we can do this togethe
