Page 144 of His Cursed Heart

She looks at me and her eyes widen. She just stares at me, eyeing the tattoos that are coming out of my shirt. She looks petite in her blue scrubs.

So petite that I could crush her with my thumb.

"Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you?" And yet she doesn't stutters.

"I'm here instead of my wife. Althea Moretti." Her face instantly calms, and she gives me a smile.

"Ah, Mr. Moretti, it's a pleasure to meet you. Sorry for my rudeness, I didn't know it was you. Your wife spoke about you and described your figure but I never though we'll meet." I narrow my eyes at her, trying to

sense the lie. But it seems that she's telling the truth.

My little fox told stories about me? Maybe after this I'll have some free time to gossip with Mrs. Mikels.

"I didn't know you'll come here today, but I think it's a good change for Mrs. Rossi." She smiles at me, but my body freezes.

Rossi is Althea's other side of the family. Her mother's maiden name.

It can't be.

She's dead.

Hanibal suffered after her for years because she died. Everyone suffered after Gianna Luciano.

"Mrs. Rossi," I say aloud just to make sure this is the reality that I'm living in.

"Yes, your wife's mother. Poor thing still tries to make her own mother remember her, but maybe your arrival will be different for Mrs. Rossi."

Remember her?

What the fuck is going on?

"Is she available?" I ask through my teeth.

"Of course, sign this and then follow me." She hands me a paper and a pen, but my mind can't even read the letters on it. I sign it and follow the woman who just blew my damn sanity.

I follow her in the elevator and see her press the button that goes in the basement. I narrow my eyes at her, her body still as a rock.

The elevator doors open and a white hall greets us.

"This is the warn for Alzheimer patients." She explains to me, and I almost punch the wall next to me.

We stop in front of a room that has no number. If I see Giana Luciano in that room, I'll fucking murder someone.

"I'll be right here if things go a little out of control.

Just don't pressure her if she won't answer to you." She explains again and opens the door with a key.

The room looks like a mini apartment. Besides the bed and some magazines, the room has two other doors that I think are the bathroom and kitchen. The space indeed gives the vibes of a hospital room, just more lovely and prepared.

Just for a person who has been here for a while.

There are no pictures, no painting from her past life. Like she stays here just to exist.

One of the doors opens and my knees weaken when the brown eyes that I love look back at me.

Gianna gasps and her hands fly where her heart is. The same Gianna that looks just like Althea. The same Gianna who died six years ago.

"You scared me, giovane uomo. Did no one tell you to not sneak up on the elders?" She laughs lightly.

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