When Mrs. Lombardi realized that I was serious about leaving, she sighed again and again. She looked like she wanted to tear Maria apart with her bare hands. Meanwhile, the doctor said my body was still too weak and I needed a few days of rest before the abortion could be done.
I booked the appointment for the day after tomorrow and left the hospital with what little strength I had left.
After cremating the bodies of my grandmother and my son, I brought their ashes back to the mansion. But as soon as I opened the front door, something heavy hit me on the forehead. I stumbled backward and accidentally knocked over the incense and candles by the entrance.
The hot wax burned my hand, while my eyes were filled with tears from the pain.
When I looked up, I saw a small cloth doll. It was about the size of a walnut, covered in dried herbs and stuck into a piece of torn cloth that used to be a peace blessing.
I spoke without thinking, “This isn’t from my grandma-”
Before I could finish, Angelo grabbed my wrist hard and shouted with rage.