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We were all gathered in the cemetery, surrounded by the solemn atmosphere.
"Dov'è tua sorella?" Mom asked, her voice low and concerned.
(Where is your sister?)
I scanned the area, my eyes finally landing on my sister standing at the farthest corner, detached from us and lost in the sea of unfamiliar faces. She seemed engrossed in her thoughts, a world away from our reality. I gestured for her to join us.
When she finally approached
"Perché stavi lì?" I asked
(Why were you standing there?)
"I was just trying to find who I am..." Her response was cryptic.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I pressed for clarification.
She gazed at me, her expression a mix of frustration and resignation, and sighed,
"Just blabbering... Forget about it."
I nodded understandingly, choosing not to push the issue further.
4 Days Later.....
"What did you mean by that, Mr. Lorenzo?" I asked, my irritation evident in my tone.
"I'm telling the truth, Jarek," he replied, his expression serious.
"But why now?! We're still reeling from the trauma of losing him!" I exclaimed, my emotions raw.
"I know, but what can we do? They've rebelled... they're trying to destroy you," Mr. Lorenzo explained, his voice measured.
"And they think they can do that?" I scoffed, my anger rising.
Sorella placed a calming hand on my shoulder.
"Let's give them the checkmate they wished for in their own game..."
"You're right, Sorella. Let's show them their place." I nodded, determination coursing through me.
"Thank you, Mr. Lorenzo. You can leave now," I dismissed him, my focus already shifting to the battle ahead.
"It's my pleasure, sir," he said, departing from my office with a nod.
Lorenzo, our trusted lawyer, had been working with us for a while, but his recent revelation was a bombshell.
"What's the plan?" I questioned, seeking a strategy to tackle the situation.
Sorella shot me a sarcastic look.
"Can't you think for yourself?" She teased, rolling her eyes.
"Just joking," I retorted, clenching my fists. "I know the plan. Those bastards will soon meet their maker."
