Chapter twenty-one
Vivienne Hart POV
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“I'm not Tanya.”.
And nanna lifts her eyes to see the devil who had been inside the room all this while I was bawling my eyes out, hoping I would find some help to get me out of the hell which is trying to trap me inside.
Luciano Vitale.
“guarda tua moglie"
(Look at your wife)
Nanna speaks as she turns towards me and smiles gently.
I don't understand what she said, but her remark must have been nice, as I felt the tenderness of her voice amid the chaos inside my head.
“la guardo sempre”
(I'm always looking at her.)
Luciano speaks out, his eyes staring at me.
He undoes the button of his jacket as he walks towards me, and I just suck in a breath.
The tears on my cheeks feel tainted as they feel like a scar worse than the ones I
