**Lorenzo's POV**
Two weeks later...
I don't recognize the woman that sleeps in my bed anymore. She has changed. Hardened and became someone that I am almost afraid of. Her family is concerned and so am I, but when we try and talk to her, she insists she is great. I don't believe her though because I know she gets up in the middle of the night to sit in the bathroom or the closet and cry. I let her think that I don't know so she has her privacy, but truthfully I want her to come to me when she is ready. Maybe I should stop letting her do this to herself. Crying at night and being cold and distant during the day. I know this pattern. It was mine when I first started as a young teenager in this life.
Fernando and Giovanni have been keeping a close eye on my mother. Close, but not obvious
