Isola, Italy
Fabrizio
Massimo followed me out of Teresa’s apartment and into the car. I had a lot of explaining to do, but my mind was on the photo in the bedroom. My daughter was alive, hiding from me and everybody else. She collaborated with a scumbag; her major goal was to hurt Maurizio, Massimo, and their loved ones.
And I was stuck in the middle. My eagerness to see my child alive fought with the fear that Teresa would try to harm Elisa and her unborn baby. Elisa and Natalia were the reason I was back on my feet after Teresa’s “death”. What a joke! The two girls gave me the love I missed from my daughter and treated me like family, like their second father. I consider them to be my children, not my employees.
And now, I discovered that my flesh and blood, my daughter, had played s
