Chapter Seventy

Two days have passed.

All I can think about is getting out of here. I went from being Giotto’s prisoner to Russo’s. I've stopped referring to him as 'grandfather' because I refuse to acknowledge that we share the same blood. He's even worse than Giotto.

As for Lia...

I can't say that she's my sister. I look at her and I don't recognize her. It's all his influence. He transformed her into someone she's not. She treats me like I'm beneath her and she rarely ever talks to me. I mourned her death for so long. When I saw her, I thought for a split second that everything would change, that my life would make sense again, that a part of it would return to normal.

I was wrong.

It's strange, but I look at her and I don't see my little sister. I see a stranger. So, in my heart, nothing has changed. It's as if Lia is dead, because in a way, she truly died that night. She said so herself. My heart crumbles to pieces whenever I see her, with that short blonde hair that doesn't suit her, those cl