Faust
EVERYONE in my house hated me.
It had been two weeks, and Giulio still hadn't spoken to me, his eyes filled with sadness and heartbreak. Zia was furious that I had sent Francesca away. I couldn't tell her why, except to say that Francesca had betrayed me. Zia replied that it was nonsense, that Francesca was in love with me, and I had ruined everything with my temper.
I didn't have the courage to correct her.
Even Marco seemed to be tiptoeing around me, acting like I was a volcano that could erupt at any moment.
Maybe I was a little on edge, but wasn't I allowed to? I was the most important man in Calabria, maybe in all of Italy, and I had a secretly gay son and a cheating gold digger pregnant with my child. I increased the speed on my treadmill, and my legs began to
