“W-what?” I stuttered and looked at Dario in surprise. I had a feeling it would be easy, but not this easy, and it almost made me feel bad. He really thought I had the right intentions.
“I told you to ask me anything. You brought me here and it obviously means a lot—so I owe it to you.” Dario explained. It was almost as if I was preparing myself for an interview because I had a list long of questions to ask him.
I knew this would be the only opportunity, so I could not screw this up. “Let’s see.” I smiled. “I’m the most curious about your mom.”
“My mom?” Dario repeated. “I told you this a long time ago, but she passed away.”
I stared down at Dario’s clenched fist and wondered what could have made him this angry. “She was ill and passed away.”
“I’m so sorry.” I apologized. Even though I was trying to get more information out of him, it was not my intention to torture him. “What was she like?” I asked. Cesca compared me to that woman, so I was extremely curious.
