Leah’s POV
‘Lorenzo, Where’s Luca?’ I asked again, scared of the answer but also desperate to know.
He silently walked towards me, the look of grief on his face told me what I needed to know. But I needed to hear it. I needed to know what I feared was the truth.
‘Leah, Luca, he, was in an accident. He didn’t make it my love’ tears streamed slowly down his face but I stood there dumfounded.
‘No. You’re wrong. You made a mistake’
I was adamant this was not happening. I refused to believe it.
He spoke so softly, I should have been comforted, but I wasn’t. I screamed and shouted in complete hysteria. I remember nothing else of that night.
It was my 23rd birthday and the last thing I remember before blacking out was screaming he’s not f*****g dead at his dad over and over and over ag
