.Lucio.
Upstairs, Gino sits on his bed with a picture in his hands. It’s a picture of me and Zita, with Sofia, Donato and him. When I didn’t know that everything I had was about to collapse.
“Hey,” I knock on his door. “Can I come in?”
He looks up, tears in his eyes, but he blinks them away and nods. “Sorry, I said something like that.” He murmurs.
“You shouldn’t say sorry for things you mean,” I tell him. I'm sure Paulo tells him that daily.
Did his words hurt me? Sure. He’s a kid who’s confused. Searching for himself, his identity, and his place in the world. And I would have liked his place to be here with all my heart, but I see him looking more and more like Paulo every day. He has made his choice known before. He doesn’t want to come to Cliffs again after the summer. Why he do
