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Chapter Sixty-Eight

Author: Bee Diaz
last update Last Updated: 2023-01-04 08:33:59

I'm sitting in the middle of this ruined church with Aurelio lying dead in my arms. I can't find the strength to get up. The white wedding dress has turned red with his blood. It feels heavy, like it's weighing me down.

Enzo is Giotto’s son?

How is that even possible? How could he be working for his father and not even know it? I wish Aurelio could elaborate, but he's dead now. Why did he entrust me with this? What am I supposed to do about this? I still can't get over the fact that he's dead.

Aurelio, who's been like a father to me for all these weeks, is dead. He took care of me, we talked for hours sometimes. I can't believe he's dead. All he wanted was to go home to his family, and he'll never get to see them again. It's unfair and cruel. This can't be. It feels like I'm having a nightmare. There's no way that this has happened.

I didn't think that we would ever be friends in the beginning. I thought he was rude and intolerable, like Enzo. I associated him with my family's dea
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