POV Fiorella
I find myself sitting on the sofa of a house that isn't mine, in a place I don't know. Despite my son and I being complete strangers here, I feel comfortable. I feel safe. It's been a long time since I experienced such tranquility, a long time since I sat for more than thirty minutes without receiving a hit for something as simple as that. I watch my little Dante play with the red toy car that was bought on the way home and I smile. For some reason, he started crying desperately in the car, he didn't want anything and no matter how much I tried to calm him to avoid upsetting and discomforting him more, it was difficult, until he got that shiny red Ferrari. Alessandro simply stopped the car abruptly, got out without saying anything, and although he seemed calm, I could fee
