POV Fiorella
The low tone of my phone alarm wakes me up. It's a lullaby-like melody, which I chose just so it wouldn't scare Dante when he heard it. I quickly reach out to the nightstand to turn it off. I want Dante to rest a little, at least until six in the morning.
I look at my phone screen and see that a new week has started. It's Monday, and the routine begins again. It's expected that this week we'll be called to hear the results of the DNA test done on my son to confirm the obvious. Dante is Luciano's son, and we're just waiting for that result to proceed with filing a formal complaint against him. That's what my lawyer and the officer handling the case agreed upon to proceed with a solid foundation. The complaint has been filed, but it hasn't been processed as it should be. I'm n
