Celeste felt defeated as she resigned herself to fate. On the other hand, Lorenzo carefully set her down, then with the letter still clasped in hand he walked out of the room.
The letter bore no number or address,or anything that may be useful In contacting whoever sent it, though it would be stupid to expect any from an anonymous tip but Lorenzo was desperate.
He sat on the desk in his study, head buried in his hands. His chest felt tight, almost as if bound by a rock.He took deep breaths to ease the pain of the memories which were starting to flood his head.
He couldn't share the burden with anyone, not even Marcello. Silently, he vowed to destroy whoever had been responsible for the incident that changed and haunted him.
Celeste, had quickly grabbed her phone and the contact Pietro gave her and raced to the garden. Her hands trembled as she dialed the number.
