POV: Renzo Di Sante
I drive through the streets of Florence and as I stop at the red light, I think about my conversation with Salvatore this morning. Even though it pisses me off, he's right, I know it's what's expected of me, what I have to do; however, it's not as if that fact is enough to make me give in.
The light changes and I move toward my destination.
When I see the apartment complex, I park and send a quick message before waiting. I look ahead and grimace, Paulette and I were together years ago, yes, we had fun and I thought at the time that we could be more than that, but little by little I discovered that it wasn't as I thought, she's a calculating woman, full of herself, loves to be flattered.
And with me, she hit a wall, we both started to drift apart to the point of bein
