Enzo

The screaming.

I'd never forget the sound of it. Or how helpless I'd felt. How after a while my wife's voice was so raw, she barely made any sound at all, even though her mouth was wide open and I was afraid she would permanently damage her vocal cords. Yet still, she screamed. Her eyes bulging with horror. Her body shaking with the force of it.

Alessandra's screams still haunted my dreams.

I lurched up and off the couch where I must've fallen asleep, a sick feeling in my stomach and my wife's shock and heartbreak still fresh in my ears. Sweat dripped down my face and spine, soaking...