"I'm sorry, but I can't answer that right now."

I shook my head before running back inside the house.

"Sophia..."

I heard him shout my name but I didn't look back and headed directly to my parents' room where my Dad is sleeping at the moment. He had a stroke again yesterday, and it has happened twice since we came back to Italy.

I dried my tears before entering the room and I found my mother and Dad's private nurse inside.

"Hi, is he sleeping?" I asked referring to the old man lying on his bed, my father.

"No, he's awake. Do you want to talk to him?" Mom asked...