Guilt and Tears

Carrie

“What did you just say?” I rushed to the front door, my hands managing to push Alessandro to the side. I could not recognize the tall man I almost jammed chests with. “Who passed away? Which Mr. Edwards?”

The man faced Alessandro. And I did the same.

“Alessandro. What is he talking about? Who is dead?”

Alessandro peeled his eyes off mine. “Calistus, grazie. Let’s talk some other time.”

“Alessandro!” I stomped a foot on the ground. “Please…”

With a hand, he hugged me from behind and closed the door. “Why are you trying to harm yourself? Relax, Carrie.”

“How can I relax?” At this point, my eyes started to well tears because Alessandro’s hesitation was enough to tell that the mentioned Mr. Edwards was indeed my father. “My… My father is dead.”

“Carrie…”

“Don’t even lie to me. Don’t lie to me.”

“Carrie…” He settled me on the nearest couch. Our eyes met and my lips wore an ugly expression while incoming tears bloated my throat.

“It’s… It’s my father, isn’t it?” Alessandro sighed and