"Oh, I am so sorry to hear that."
"No, it's okay. It was a long time ago, I just wished I had more time with him, you know?"
She whispered.
I didn't want to press her for more information. If she wanted to talk about it, she would on her own time.
"He would have been 37 this coming December...."
She trailed off, looking far off into the distance as we walked.
"It must have been hard for you,"
I whispered
"It's the cruelest thing that can ever happen to a parent. Kids are supposed to bury their parents, not parents burying their kids."
I felt sad for what she had endured... it started making sense. Maybe it wasn't like I had thought she had no hand in the cover-up death of Alessandro.
We walked in silence for a few minutes, the boys excited about going grocery shopping, little Pa
