*Giovani*

The man before me was broken, in more ways than one. The bullet had certainly done its damage, I thought as I stared blankly at Salvatore.

Bandages were wrapped around his torso and stitches across his eyebrow, even his hands were red and raw from whatever they had put him through. It was no wonder he had taken so long to wake up, but it wasn’t just his body that was broken.

There was a hopeless resignation in his eyes, like a man staring down ...