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**DOM SPEAKING**
The fight with Gabriela had shaken me a little. I know she’s right, but staying in Florence now is a risk. While we were at the office, the funeral home called me and informed me of all the details. Carlo had no wife; she had passed away many years ago. He only had a 20-year-old son who lived with his maternal grandparents. I asked them to let the boy know so he could say goodbye to his father.
I gave Gabriela some time to calm down. The image of Carlo dead in my arms kept flashing in my mind. Although it’s still unbelievable, I need to react!
I went upstairs, knocked on the bedroom door, and entered. She was lying on the bed, face down.
“Dom: Are you going?” I asked, sitting beside her.
“Gabriela: Is it time?”
“Dom: Almost…”
“Gabriela: I’ll take a shower first
