GIANNA
“Why do I have to put these on again?”
“They’re made of sheepskin; they’ll protect your hands, especially your knuckles, from bruising. Just trust us.” I was the one to ask for this, but now that we’re here, I’m getting nervous.
“Okay, let’s go.” It’s best I do it now while I’ve got the nerve anyway.
After hanging my mother’s portrait temporarily in the room, I now occupied at the Russo mansion; I felt like my head would explode with anger after everything that has transpired these last few weeks. Listening to that Jimmy person had opened my eyes to more of the truth of what really happened when I was too young to understand.
