*Rebecca*

I could hardly stand to look at him. It took nearly two hours to get him cleaned up. I wondered if he had seen himself in the mirror when he got in the shower.

He was covered in blood from head to toe. Shards of glass glimmered on his skin, catching the lights every time he moved. Alessandro had looked nearly like a corpse, his clothes cut and shredded in various places. He was covered in white dust that I was conflicted on whether or not I wanted to know ...