f*****g Feelings
I enter the emergency room where I find my mother with Lorenzo. They both look at me before diverting their gaze to Salvatore, who follows me at a slow pace. I didn't ask him to bring me, but I needed to arrive on time, so I let him. What I didn't expect was that he'd come down and follow me.
“How is he?” I inquire as I reach Lorenzo, but he doesn't look at me; instead, he passes by me and stops in front of Tore.
“What are you doing here? Are you here to gloat over a Rossetti's downfall?”
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
“It's simple, I don't trust you. You come off as fake, mean, and like you're hiding something.”
“Lorenzo,” I whisper, but he shakes his head.
“No, this guy may be your husband, but he hasn't done anything to earn the benefit of the doubt.”
