I don't know how many times I've stirred the mushrooms and meat on my plate. I have no appetite, my stomach is completely knotted, and my throat feels as if it's being squeezed. I've been feeling this way since that call, and although I tried to eat a little, the urge to vomit overwhelmed me, making it impossible to eat again.
The officer called Alessandro an hour ago to inform him that they finally found Mario Lombardi and have arrested him. He was hiding in a rough and rundown neighborhood in a province in eastern Italy, almost on the border.
I truly believe he just wanted to run away, to leave here so he wouldn't have to pay for what he did to me. I'm happy they finally found him, but knowing he's back in the city makes me incredibly anxious. I understand that the same day I disappe
