Renzo's POV
The past days have been good so far. Everyone seems to be happy.
But deep down, I was not happy. I still haven't found the killer of my parents. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach them and I wonder what kind of technology they used, even the highest tracker, couldn't get them.
I have been so worried, even though I didn't tell anyone nor make it obvious. I really want to get the killers and make them pay for their sins. And I promise to get them, no matter the cost.
It's 7PM in the evening and we are currently at the dining table about to have dinner and then go our separate ways.
Sofia is sitting next to me on the right, Enzo on my left and Marco, Nicco and Allesio on the opposite side of the table.
We are just sitting discussing random stuff, while Emilio is serving us food.
I sent my hand under the table and grabbed Sofia's hand and put it on my lap.