Now as I held the bracelet and their voices sounded in my mind I smiled bitterly and tossed it into the flames.
That was the exact moment the boys arrived and saw the bracelet. They ran toward me.
"Have you lost your mind? That's our bracelet!" Pietro snapped as he tried to retrieve it but ended up getting burned.
"Why are you burning up our things and throwing a tantrum, Liliana?" Giacomo asked.
I scoffed. "They're old and need to be discarded. They don't matter again."
Then I walked away and went upstairs ignoring them.
As I entered my bedroom my phone rang. It was my mother.
I picked up the call immediately and her worried voice sounded through the phone.
"What happened, Liliana? Where have you been? I've been worried sick!"
I chuckled softly, feeling lighter now that I'd erased all memories I had with the boys.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to worry you but I assure you, I'm fine," I said.
My mother sighed, relieved to hear my voice.
"Your father is still a bit upset with you because you ran off fifteen years ago and didn't come or call home."
I always knew my father was the difficult one. Don Lorenzo Valentino didn't forgive easily, and he didn't forget at all.