We returned home quieter than if we were in a funeral procession.
It was obvious that whatever Alessandro had planned to tell me hadn't turned out the way he had in mind. Valery went ahead and entered through the same entrance we had used to leave.
By the time we entered the house, she approached with a change of clothes for Alessandro and a first aid kit in her hands.
After changing only his pants, Alessandro allowed Valery to apply alcohol and some bandages to his wounds, while I continued to wonder, looking at the way the marks on his torso looked, if everything I had just witnessed was real.
No matter how much my mind struggled, I couldn't find a logical explanation for what I had seen. Sitting in one of the spacious armchairs in the living room, I glanced at the book I still he
