Memories of a Monster

_Sienna’s POV_

I stormed into Alessio’s office first thing in the morning, pushing the door open.

I couldn't sleep again after I had woken up earlier, anger boiling in my veins.

I was filled with the urge to confront him, all thoughts of hiding the fact I remembered were thrown out my window and into the sea.

When I walked in, Alessio was sitting on his chair, a few papers scattered on his table.