Grey Sanctuary

Vittoria

I was back at my estate now, I spent the night at the De Leone mansion and once it was dawn I left because I was just too angry to stay.

The photo lay between the coffee cups on the table like a wound that refused to close. I hadn't slept. Every time that I closed my eyes, I saw her face again-my mother's, thinner, older, but unmistakably hers.

Alive.

Chained.

I sat trying to make sense o