Alessia Mancini
Dad’s face contorted, a mix of shame and defiance. "I was trying to save you," he insisted, his voice a ragged whisper.
The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. I felt my chest tighten, a bitter taste rising in my throat. "Save me?" I echoed, incredulous. "From what?"
His eyes darted to Giovanni, standing silently beside me, before returning to meet my gaze. "From him," Marco spat, gesturing weakly towards the imposing figure at my side.
I closed my eyes, rubbing them wearily as a wave of exhaustion washed over me. When I opened them again, I fixed my father with a hard stare, my voice low and controlled.
"In this room, dad, it's you that put me at risk, and Giovanni that saved me, not the other way round."
The words felt like razors on my tongue, sharp and p
