The day I lost my love, my brother came home crying. He admitted that he and Marco had gone out to kill Luciano, and that they thought they had succeeded. Somehow Luciano had survived and came to their work in search for Marco and Stefano. Luckily Stefano had stayed home that day. Marco was shot twice in the head and stabbed 17 times in the chest. We lost a father, a husband, a best friend. The worst thing of all was that I never got to tell him we were having another baby. Our baby boy was born on November 3rd. I named him Marco.
