Empower a man and discover his true face

Giacomo

I tapped my fingers against the dashboard of the car for the thousandth time with the repetitive beat of Nirvana blaring on the stereo loud enough to compete with the intense noise of my mind, the anger mixed with the bitter taste of lies growing like a weed, fast with high power of destruction in a garden set up just for her, Giulia. Within minutes the car door opened, a short, quick movement from Jackson, I started the car maneuvering out of the underground parking lot exchanging a look with the trusted man in the school van with the tinted windows, tasked with taking the women to the other side of the country. My brother put the folder with the documents inside the glove compartment of the car, I sucked in air with force and fury, even knowing the next steps, the bile rose, curling around my trachea like a snake taking the air. My sister's firm words when telling how she suffered losing her children should have been the moment to release the words trapped for years, silen