ROSALINDA.
Carlo fell asleep almost immediately after Antonio left; he was really scared, and I couldn’t even imagine how traumatic the experience was for him. Even I was traumatized. I had experienced gun fights several times, but I could never get used to the violence.
My anxiety was high as I waited for Antonio to return. He didn’t tell me where he was going, but I knew he went back to help his men fight. My heart wouldn’t stop beating dangerously fast as many scenarios of how things could go wrong subconsciously played in my mind.
The more I tried to bounce the devastating thoughts out of my mind, the more they kept rushing in.
Suddenly, the sound of my phone ringing cut through my thoughts, saving me from the suffocating grip of worry. I hastily grabbed my phone, hoping it was Ant
