I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't think.
Some days, I'm convinced that I truly saw my sister, that the whole encounter wasn't just a figment of my desperate imagination. Other days, I think I'm going crazy. There's no way my sister—my Lili—would've looked at me so coldly.
Is she mad at me, wherever she is? That I, who never cared about the beauty of life, got to survive and she didn't? She had so many aspirations, a desperate will to live. And Luigi crushed it beneath his expensive designer shoe.
Alessandro leans against the doorframe and watches me. I pull the covers up to my face. If he's looking for something to fight about, I'm not up for it today. He clears his throat and says, "There's dinner in the kitchen."
"I'm not hungry."
After a few seconds, he rips the duvet from the
