I wasn't hiding, but I was afraid of seeing the heartbreak in his eyes because Luciano is always strong and defeated, but this could destroy any sane father.
I stayed up in my room until the early hours of the morning because I couldn't fall asleep, not knowing what happened to Luciano or how he felt.
I waited until I couldn't take the silence and the waiting anymore, so I decided to go downstairs.
Everybody's probably on the second part of their dreams, but I'm still awake, and I can't fall asleep, not knowing where my husband is or what he is going through.
There was nobody downstairs just like I expected and it was just driving me crazy because I feel guilty that maybe I should have been there when they told him maybe had I been there to support him he wouldn't have felt terrible.
