Bianca

The tension in Marco’s study was suffocating since he got back from that event. Heck, the whole house was, and that was why I always made myself scarce. Today, however, he had called for a meeting of the family.

Although I didn’t think I was really a part of it, I sat silently in the corner, legs crossed, back straight, trying not to flinch every time one of them raised their voice. Marco was sitting behind his desk, his shoulders stiff, his face contorted in anger. He was barely in control.

Francesco was pacing, his hands slicing through the air as he tried to make his point again and...