LEONARDO

When I lost my wife, the pain I felt was quiet. It was like a light just went out in me, and everything became dark and silent. And when I buried her, I buried that light along with her. There was no piercing pain in my chest as I watched her get lowered into the ground. There was only quiet rage and sadness, the type that sticks to you like gum, never leaving your side.

But right now, there was nothing quiet about the pain in my chest. There was no numbness or darkness. The pain I was feeling as Isabella sobbed into my chest was like a barbed...