Zoey p. o. v
I was dead.
I must be dead.
There was no other reason against it. The level of comfort and lightness I was feeling, it was hardly describable. My mind was finally at a place of perfect
silence. So peaceful, I would rather not wake up. I didn’t think I could, but then, I did.
Forcing my heavy lids open, I lifted my weary head from a leather cushion. Suddenly, much like the lightning, a rush of blurry memories illuminated my mind. A more realistic jolt I felt shooting through my body as I awake and became fully conscious.
I sat up, the brightness in the room blinding me for a while, I squint adjusting my eyes to the brightness. It’s morning, I didn’t check what time it is, I came down from the bed.
Memories from yesterday were already floating in my head, but I tried to stay calm. Maybe it was just a vivid nightmare.
I said to myself, Marco should be home now. I hastily went across the room and swung the door open, two guards were standing outside my room.
“Donna.” They bowed immediately I opened the door, I frown confused.
Marco doesn’t usually let anyone stand guard here, I didn’t dwell much on it. I walk down the hallway,
The living room is filled with all the women of the Alfonso family, the atmosphere was gloomy as they were all crying, mourning.
Marco’s Mon was the first to see, “Zoey dear.” Came her soft teary voice, it was evident from her voice and the dark circles under her eyes that she had cried all through the night.
She engulfed me in her embrace, and patting my back comfortingly.
“You can cry if you’d like to, don’t hold it in.” She held my face in her palm, her sad eyes staring at me in concern.
“This is the worst thing to ever happen to a woman.” Aunt Tricia said also pulling me into her arms.
“I’m so sorry you have to go through this.”
They were all coming to give a comforting hug, wailing silently. Camila and Isabella sat holding each other, they didn’t seem to have enough comfort to give out.
I stood there numb, watching them crying and mourning Marco. The scene is making me more angry than sad, how can they easily as this lie, this rumor.
The man I got married is nothing short of vigilance, he’s the Mafia Don for God’s sake. He can’t be that careless to die in a mere fire conspiracy, he has dealt with more dangerous attack.
Why can’t they see it? Why can’t they think as I do? They just have to accept that he’s dead,
“Marco isn’t dead,” I yelled, tears streaming down my face.
My outburst stunning everyone, silencing them as well. But instead of them to see reasons with me, they are staring at me with sympathy.
Thinking I’m in denial.
“I know it’s challenging to believe, you didn’t deserve this pain. You have to pull yourself together, dear,” Marco’s Mon said softly, her lips quivering as more tears pour down her cheeks.
“No, Marco isn’t dead, why are you accepting that he’s dead.” I said, my voice breaking with emotion.
He can’t be gone, I refuse to accept the fact that Marco was gone.
I know Marco if he could fake my dad’s death for six years, then I can do it again.
“Momma, why are you crying.” Adriano stared up at me, tugging the helm of my dress. I didn’t notice him earlier, I crunch down to his level.
Upon seeing everyone crying, he tears up too crying.
“Mummy isn’t crying, baby. You don’t have to cry, alright?” I wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Good boys don’t cry.” He nods at my words.
“Good girls shouldn’t cry too.” He repeated my actions, wiping my tears away and kiss my cheek.
I hugged him, breaking down, sobbing badly. What do I tell him when he asked about his dad? He will ask at some point, especially when he hasn’t seen him for a while.
Marco and Adriano had a good father and son relationship, how is my son going to live not having his dad here with him.
“Why didn’t you think of this before you decide to disappear.” I whispered, my cries covering the words.
“How do our son and I live without you? How do we survive with your disappearance? Why didn’t you give me a hint? Anything would have been appreciated.” I sob more, my shoulder shaking rapidly.
“Momma, you’re crying again.” Adriano tried to pull away to see my face, but I didn’t let him. He’s the little comfort I have right now.
I cried more, I didn’t care anymore. I cried until I started choking in my cries.
“Zoey, are you okay? You need to stop crying.” It was the last thing I heard before I slipped into unconsciousness.