#Chapter6
Distant voices keep on penetrating the haze and fog that clouds her mind. She keeps on hearing the man’s words over and over in her head. /"Unless he comes back from the dead./" The laughter bounces from side to side in her head, and she feels like she is drifting, with nowhere to go.
/"Juliana... Juliana... Il Mio Angelo, can you hear me my daughter, wake up... Juliana... Juliana... Ti Amo... Juliana./"
/"I swear to you, my darling daughter... no stone will be left unturned... no not until we have tracked these Maiali, these pigs that have done this to you... and made them pay with their lives./"
Voices fade in and out, she struggles to open her eyes, to see... but all she has in front of her is a black curtain of nothing... she feels nothing... her body is numb... back from the dead... my baby... my baby... Paul... where are you, Paul?