“What do you want?”

she asked glaring at him when she opened the door.

“I got you breakfast,”

he said, showing her the train of food he had with him, she looked from his face to the food and back to his face.

“I don’t want anything from you, I can feed myself if I need to eat, just don’t talk to me, Luciano,”

she let out and closed the door in his face, she saw the hurt in his face before the door shut but she didn’t mind, he did more to her, rejecting his food was nothing compared to what he did to her.

And that’s how they...