"You are the trembling of time, that passes between vertical light and darkened sky,"― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
DOMINIC
Lilliana was an obsession I should have gotten rid of a long time ago. Instead, I let the roots get so deeply embedded into my skull that it was impossible to close my eyes and not see her face.
After a certain point in time, I stopped drowning in alcohol as I feared that I would think more about her in my drunken misery than I already did every minute of the day.
It was around late evening that I decided to go out for a poker game when Dad barged into my room without knocking.
And that hinted something.
In my entire existence, I could count on my fingers the number of times my father came into my room. Zero. Because Alessandro Romano summoned people, and
