A child.

We all sat in silence after Santino stormed off, no one wanting to say anything first.

The sound of cutleries against plates resumed and Natalie and Luca goes back to their meals like that didn't just happen.

They were accustomed to it.

I look at the both confused on what to do.

What Luca did was wrong, but I don't think he would accept it. I wonder what happened between them three, what did he do to the person that gave the name to him? But isn't that their mother? Or was it that father?

"Micini for your own safety, never call him Santino again. Ever. We all call him Saint, so you should too." Natalie tells me without looking up from her food.

" I don't see what the issue is though. Is he feeling bad about what he did to her? Does that name remind him so much of her that he refused to go by the name??" Luca asked.

I looked at him, my eyes widening in shock when I see he was clutching the knife tightly and his hands were bleeding.

"If you want to cut yourself up, do it where no one c