Part 13

Wasn't their love story incredibly tragic and sad? When compared to his parents. His uncles. His siblings. It seemed there was no story sadder than his.

Ignazio still stood there with all the sorrow he thought he could dispel but ultimately made him tear up again and cry silently. He tried to wipe away his tears roughly, although it didn't reduce the pain that stabbed his heart again and constricted his chest.

Ignazio realized, the girl had sung a different song. The lyrics and melody of the girl's song had changed again. Ignazio didn't know why the girl was singing so loudly. As if she was mocking him.

Did the girl know who he was? It was possible. If the girl indeed worked with her family, she must have seen his face in some photos that her parents probably displayed on the walls of their house.

Although he had left America for five years, not much had changed about him.

Except for his hair, which he now let grow longer than when he married Gianna. The beard and stubble he left unke