Chapter 75. We Didn’t Kill Him

Elena POV

The minutes crawl by after Riccardo leaves. I can still hear the faint echo of his words…”learn to live with it.”

How can I? How do you live with something like that?

I stand up from my bed and walk to the dressing mirror to look at myself.

My reflection in the mirror looks like a stranger. My eyes are bloodshot, my hair a tangled mess, mascara streaking my face like dried tears that never stopped falling.

I walk to the bathroom and splash water on my face, but it doesn’t wash away the heaviness sitting in my chest.

I keep on washing my face till I finally look better a bit. I walk to the wardrobe, pick up a big top and bum shorts and change into it.

When I step out of the room, the house feels different. Quieter. Tighter. Even the air seems to listen.

Downstairs, Vincenzo and Nico are already waiting in the living room, dressed in black joggers and singlets.

Riccardo joins them a minute later, slipping his phone