NINA ALBANESE

More than a year has passed since the death of my son Marco, and the tears have not yet dried in my eyes. The loneliness he condemned me to was and is so heartbreaking that I have thought not only once of concluding my accounts with life. My poor husband Stefano was always by my side and picked me up every time I fell. But he also suffered, Marco being our only boy. I still cursed the moment when he bought that plane ticket that brought him to death.

So far I ...