Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen- Sigh

Mia sat by her husband’s side. The entire night was a grueling disaster. Each and every second was horrible. Mia hadn’t stopped crying ever since Lorenzo was shot. That day had been a constant image engraved in her mind. All she could remember was the blood staining her hands. There had been pools of blood that just came out gushing.  Mia closed her eyes.  Tears leaked out past her eyes. She had rubbed her nose raw with the piles of tissue now scattered in the dustbin. Lorenzo was pale and lifeless like the moment he had hit the ground.  Staring down at her hands, Mia could still practically see the liquid staining the cracks of her palms. Of course there was nothing there. Arturo had washed Mia's hands.  The woman was like a zombie. When her husband had gone to surgery, he had sat there and calmed her down while Lucas and Phoebe took care of Romeo. Mia was a mess, struggling between absolutely worrying for her dying husband but also wanting to take care of her bab