Luca

The moment the call ended, I felt a tightening of muscles in my neck and a spike of anger through my veins. I stared at the phone still reeling at the fact that she hung up on me.

I couldn't believe Sofia dared to judge me, to label me, and then to dismiss me, all without having the simple courtesy to listen to the truth. She wanted me to admit I was wrong. I was Luca De Rossi, and I was many things but in the matter of Giuseppe, I was not wrong.

I was justified.

I slammed the phone ...