Sienna DiMarco
Eventually, I managed to enter the Loft, and I straight away curled up on the bed, and cried, smelling him on the sheets. My heart was ripped out of my chest, and I couldn´t handle it.
My phone beeped, and it was Lucca checking up on me and typing me tomorrow's itinerary. Lucca was Sal's friend, and he is efficient. He is one of the few people who has heard me and respected my wishes, the rest are trying to force me to do, act, or look a certain way.
I have already received Frederick's messages complaining about my decision not to stay in my maternal home. I received Aunt Claire´s text giving me her cold condolences and asking me to act the way I am supposed to act. She complained about all the time she spent raising me, to be strong, to see me crumbling at the first c
