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BUSCO RESIDENCE Mrs. Busco's lips trembled as she whispered, "I am very sorry." And with a "No!" cry, Tori's mother staggered back and shook her head. Beside her mother, Tori broke down in tears, her world shattered, her voice raw and broken. In an attempt to console them, the Buscos moved forward, but Tori and her mother tore from their arms and would not allow them to touch them. “Take me to him.” Tori’s mother demanded, her voice shaking. “Take me to my husband.” With heavy hearts, the Buscos led them down the hallway to the room where Alessio lay, his body wrapped in a plain white sheet. As they entered, Tori and her mother rushed to his side, their hands trembling as they reached for the fabric. They uncovered his face with fragile tenderness, and the sight of him—cold, lifeless—