Vincenzo’s father lifted his eyes to Vincenzo, but they were clouded not with anger, only a deep, weary fear.
The cold fury in Vincenzo’s voice struck him harder than any anyone ever had, sending a chill deep into his bones.
“Figlio mio ( my son),” Vincenzo father whispered, his voice thin and strained. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you. I can’t lose anyone else. Not after your mother.”
He reached out, his hand trembling. “I just want all of us to put everything behind us and be happy. I’m sure your mom would also love that. Please.”
Vincenzo’s jaw tightened, his teeth clenched. His father’s plea felt like a weight on his chest.
“I can’t go on with my life knowing the man who caused pain to our family is roaming free,” he said, his voice low and gritty.
Vincenzo’s fathe
