Chapter 70

(Renata Pellegrini)

I stare at the object in his hands, I don't know why, but my heart squeezes, I have no idea what he has on the other side and for some inexplicable reason I feel... afraid? But I'm already in deep shit anyway. I take the picture frame and turn it over, I lock my jaw as I recognize the male figure in the picture... it's my father... he's holding a baby and next to him is a woman, I feel my heart beating faster, it's like I'm looking in a mirror...

“That woman…” I start to speak, but Vicenzo interrupts me.

“Marieta Martinelli, the principessa della famiglia Martinelli.” He speaks. “Your mother gave her life for you.”

“I-that can't be true.” I speak nervously. “I am Brazilian, I was born and raised in Brazil, I…”

“You are Italian, you were born here, in Italy, your priest ran away with you to Brazil.”

“This can't be true…” I say, still staring at the picture frame in my hands.

“Haven't you ever found it strange that your father's name is not on your documents?” Vincen