#Chapter9

Magghio Castle

I enter my new home. The castle is full of dust, and the walls look like they haven’t been cleaned in months. There is not a single painting anywhere, no pictures, no portraits, nothing to indicate that a happy family lived here once.

“Welcome,” I hear when Dario opens the door.

Although that word must make me feel comfortable and at ease, the truth is that I assimilate it more like a welcome to the dungeon, like in the movies when they take you to jail, and the guard says, “Enjoy your stay.”

I can’t cry again!

The dinner ended, my family gave me a blessing and...