Angela pov
I heard knocking on my door after half an hour, I already couldn't sleep and I was still thinking of Angelo and what camp my son was going with him and I felt so guilty by having a man in my house and my room.
I didn't cheat on Angelo not only because we weren't together. But I didn't allow any other man to come close to me ever. I really loved Angelo a lot and I was busy watching him all the time and waiting for the right time to come to his door and tell him everything.
I hung the door immediately, I saw my son standing there, crying and pleading "mom, come with me. Dad is dying."
I placed my hand on the door, trying to stand on my feet. The shock was hard on me.
I trembled "what happened? Dating?"
My son sobbed out and dragged me "come with me. He's on the ground. He's not breathing."
I ran immediately with my son, crossing the short street to only find Angelo on the ground next to the tent and barely breathing.
