Salvatore's POV
Today marks two weeks and four days after the near murder incident. I got discharged fervently creating a ruckus two days spent in the hospital that the doctor had to resolve in him to deny me my wish. Can you blame a man whose soul is haunted by these walls? A nurse was assigned to help with the wound dressing, timely medications and report every slight occurrence to the doctor.
"Son, don't you like your breakfast?"
"Mom I do but I would like you to know I'm considering moving to my residence with my wife. This is the family house and I suppose moving to mine would be perfect as a newly wed."
She drops her cutlery. "Have I done anything wrong? Is your wife unfairly treated? If that's the case..."
I move my palm across the table to placate hers softly calmi
