Angelica’s POV:
“Mrs.Winston,” a guard said, and I turn towards him.
“Yes?”
“A phone call for you.”
I grab it from his hand, “Hello?”
A grunting sound made its appearance. “Mio cuore,” Anthony sounds like he’s in pain.
My chest squeezes tightly, and I tremble, hearing gunshots ringing in the background. “Anthony, what’s wrong?”
“My wife, I don’t think I am coming home today.”
I squeeze on Clark’s hand, causing him to whimper lightly. “W-What do you mean-”
“I’m sorry.”
Blank.
A blanket of emotional darkness motion around me, a black sea. A sea that stops moving and producing sounds; intact senses that somehow feels useless.
That’s how I feel.
Anthony had been missing for fifteen days, three hours, twenty-eight minutes, and thirty...one...two...three...four.
When my parents
