Salvatore’s POV

“Mom,”

“My Son.”

Her tears spilled down her cheek landing on my shirt as we hugged for close to fifteen minutes. Her sobs broke my heart as I held onto my mother's frail body.

Her body shakes frantically. A call from the housekeeper stating my mother fainted and has been placed on bed rest by the doctor. “Bring her back. I want Angel back home, she left our lives and I can’t deal with her absence. Where is she? What’s stopping you from swooping her back here? Bring my daughter in law back.”

“That’s the problem, I don't know where she is. I’ve hired private investigators, had my...