Salvatore DiMarco
It´s been a hell of a couple of days. Every time Sienna looks away, I manage to sign another document. I have made a testament, a will, where she is my universal heir. I have managed to list her as my beneficiary on all my bank accounts and in my savings and investment portfolios.
Lucca was very efficient in handling all the legal s**t needed for me to leave and for the companies to keep working like clockwork, just the way they had so far. The dread I felt every passing minute, seeing the time run out, the moment when I would kiss her one last time and then depart to Italy, where my family would pass me for a dead man, was devastating.
I tried, God I did, not to show the turmoil I was living in. And despite my best efforts, she noticed. “You look tense,” she said t
