Marcello

As we drive to the Hotel where we have agreed to meet with Lorenzo De Luca, Elsa's face is nearly pressed to the car window, her wide eyes, taking in the city. It is like she’d never seen shops and restaurants before.

Because she hasn’t seen much of the city lately and she probably misses it.

Guilt settles at the top of my spine, regret weighing heavily on me this afternoon. If I were a normal man, I would have taken her out to dinner, shows. Nightclubs and parties. Everything a girl her age deserves.

But I am not a normal man and our life will always be lived...