Bringing Them Home

DARIO

I tore my thoughts away from Katerina and Carmine as I got myself ready for bed, took a shower, and tried to relax. But no matter what I did, all I could think about was Serafina and my son, Dante.

The guilt never left me. It clung to me, heavy, suffocating. I still couldn’t shake the memory of everything I had put her through. I know she told me not to think about it, that it didn’t matter,