Tommaso’s POV -
I was flooded with anger, I paced the back and forth in the kitchen waiting for Matteo to finish his call with Beppe, and Thalia to see my text.
When suddenly my mother walks in, she looked around and her happy expression was wiped from her face “What’s wrong, son?” She asked with worry heavy in her voice “Don’t worry mom, it’s being taken care of”, her facial expression became hard as worry faded into anger “first you don’t come back home and sleep who knows where, then when you are home I see Matteo on the phone all stressed and you’re pacing like you’re trying to make a hole in the floor! I didn’t raise you to hide things from your family!” She demanded an answer and I knew she was right, both when my father and when my sister were sick, she always told us the truth, n
