Epilogue

It had been a week since Anastasias's death. A week since, my whole world fell apart and was destroyed. A week since Ronaldo disappeared. A week since Valentino left Italy. A week since I have faced the world. A week since, Lorenzo distracted himself with work. A week since Giovanni took a break from the field.

The gang fell apart the minute she died. I died the day she died. I lost my best friend the day she died. I lost my brother the day she died. I lost my sanity the day she died.

Syd brought Tania to Italy when she heard what had happened. So it has also been a week since my daughter last smiled or went out of her room. Just like me, it had been a week since I got out of the room, eaten, showered or even moved.

I was seated on the chair in the corner of the room, staring at the bed that we made love on a week ago. My gaze had been fixated on that bed for a whole week. I never touched it. Scared, her scent will fade if I dare breathe near the bed.