Allan stood staring at the wall, biting down the pain as the memories assaulted him.
Why did they pick this place?
Fine, he had refused to set foot in what used to be New York’s Casa Italiano hotel but why out of all the other hotels did they pick this one?
He slowly raised his hand, his breathing growing labored as he moved closer to the wall. Tentatively, like he was about to touch an open flame, Allan placed his shaky hand on the wall.
His heart lurched.
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the cold surface.
He could see that day in his mind like it had happened yesterday. Just standing there made him relive each and every second of the moment his life had changed forever.
Her tears and her sobs as she cried over her broken heart and the fierce determination that c
