Disappeared once or twice

30. I gotchu

"Alberto! I remember, I remember it all."
"What are you saying, man?" 
"I caused this. I saw the past. Adelaide and I, we did have a child. And he is you."

"Hold up. I'm not quite following." Alberto said. Immediately after his discovery he practically ran to the guest room. Alberto was there, playing cards with his friends. They had decided to do an old-school game night. Uno, phase 10, rummikub, simple cards, all of those little games. Luca had won most of them with his incredible luck to draw the right cards.

Bruno took him aside and brought him over to his room. A renovated, new room with still countless of stairs. Alberto was glad he didn't have to climb those. The green-themed man started explaining everything. About Adelaide, his mother, about the moments where they fought and the reason why Bruno left his son. 

A major case of amnesia. 

Alberto sympathized with his poor father, he hadn't abandoned his feelings of anger and hurt. But he could reason with his dad, he understood why he did, what he did. He forgave him in the most kindest manner, however he would not forget. Bruno may have figured it all out, Alberto still hadn't. He had no proof whatsoever. 

How could he be sure Bruno was his dad and not some lunatic who only claimed to have him as his son. Alberto had no arguments to why Bruno would do such thing, but he also had no reason to not suspect him. 

Bruno was cool with that, so it seemed at least. On the inside he was pained, furious and sad. Pained that his only son wouldn't acknowledge him as a father. Alberto still refused to call him dad, the years of abandonment fresh in his mind. Bruno understood of course. He had lived in isolation too and he had experienced himself what damage that could to a person.

Furious at himself for not noticing, for not knowing and for not thinking further. He was mad about losing his memory even though he couldn't do anything about it. He was mad he hadn't seen the solutions before. He was angry at himself for not supporting his biological son, he was angry about letting Adelaide leave and angry at her, for not telling him earlier.

Sad, because he knew it would all be over when Alberto left. Sad, because they didn't live up to the expectations of a father-son bond. Internally crying because he felt defeated, he felt hopeless and he felt useless. He too felt egoistic. 

He had the right to be. 

Alberto mostly was confused. He had find his dad in his search for Bruno, cool. A nice addition to what they were originally searching. He still had no answers to why Bruno was a bad person in his mind. But he had his speculations. For years Bruno had been a bad voice and now he was talking in person with this Bruno, he couldn't help but think that this isn't what he had expected. Yet he did not trust this man. Not fully at least. It would take time to get that far. 

Time they will be given the next three weeks, before they had planned to go back to Italy. Time to develop love or hatred. 
Time to lighten up the mind or let a shadow wash over it. 
Time to get to know each other, to explore how far they could go and then.

Alberto would be the one to decide. Shall he stay here with his biological dad or go back to his real father figure, Massimo.

A tough time laid ahead of him and he himself had no clue of what would go down. He was proposing, he and Bruno would do something fun.