I shook my head. I didn´t want him to see me like this, broken, defeated… lost.
And because I can´t catch a break, and life has something against me… the doorbell rang. I looked up, my eyes full of tears, and Salvatore was squinting his eyebrows. “We are not expecting anyone,” he muttered, and I took a shivering breath.
“I´ll go and check, stay here,” he said softly, and I froze in my place.
I was sure, I was not a pretty sight to see. Botchy, red rimmed eyes, with tears streaks on my cheeks, and even perhaps some snot running out of my nose. Now, I was a complete spectacle… I was a broken mess.
I heard voices, “No, I am sorry man… but I am on my honeymoon…” I heard Sal said,
“Oh, we won´t get in your way,” I heard the other voice, clearly a female voice.
What the f**k is happe
