Chapter Ninety-Four

Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old

At night, Dario tossed and turned in his bed, unable to find solace in sleep. He glanced to the side, catching sight of his wife peacefully dozing. He released a heavy breath, caressing his face with one hand while the other gently pushed him upright. An unsettling feeling stirred within him, forcing him to get to his feet.

It had been years since anyone so much as gave Carla and her sons a second thought. He had told everyone a lie, a fabricated story about them running away, and everyone had accepted it without question. He had thought he had left that part of his life firmly in the past, only to find it still lingering at the back of his head with dread.

He nervously slid off the bed and trudged his way downstairs to get a glass of water, he hesitantly flicked the kitchen light on and poured himself a glass of water before he emphatically slammed the glass back on the counter with an ominous thud.

He wanted a new life, he wanted to start anew. Carla and