SKYLAR'S POV"I can't believe he is gone." Elliot wailed as she was handed the tenth tissue by her sister, one of Luca's grandmothers. "I mean, I knew his condition was serious but not that serious. Oh God, he was such a good person. Always thinking about the good of others. Why did you take him so soon?"We'd come down for breakfast only to meet a weeping Elliot at the table. Apparently, a friend and neighbour of hers, Benito, had died. Everyone looked distressed at her state, especially when she wouldn't stop talking about the life of this Benito.Seeing Elliot like this was pushing every one of my emotional buttons, prompting an unwarranted memory of my mother with a similar tear-stained face after her divorce from my dad.While everyone else commiserated with the old woman, Ramiro was sitting on his chair with a bored look on his face. Meeting his gaze, I threw him a look of pure disgust. Unfazed, he only smiled lecherously at me."Son," Elliot finally sniffed and wiped her runni
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