*Giovani*

I shut the door to the empty nursery, dimming the twin sounds of Olivia and Dahlia’s tears. Gabriele stared at me with hard eyes, but I was too distracted to try to guess what he was thinking.

Part of me wanted nothing more than to wave him away to solve the problem and collapse on the floor with my wife. Looking at that empty crib, there didn’t seem to be any solution other than to scream.

My son–he took my son. I let that bastard get within ...