Raffaele and you got married four years ago for love, and you were happy. Until that one evening. That was when Raffaele made the mistake of cheating on you. He told you, and you left.
Mafia's TrophyShe opened the door to her house, a small but cozy house in the outskirts of Florence. She had a large box of groceries in her arms, struggling to close the door behind her while holding onto it. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, a few strands falling into her face, which she blew away with a puff of air. She kicked off her shoes and headed for the kitchen to put the groceries away
Raffaele was never a man of many words, but he knew how to write. And he knew that he needed to write this letter to you. His pen moved across the paper with the grace of a man who was well-versed in the art of calligraphy. He had written many letters in his life, business letters, letters of thanks, letters of apology. But none of them were as difficult as this one. He paused after every sentence, carefully choosing his words, his hand shaking slightly. He had never been nervous in his life, but the thought of what he had done, of how he had hurt you, made his stomach turn. He swallowed hard and continued to write.
Emily's phone vibrates. She picks it up and looks at the screen. It's an unknown number. She hesitates before answering it. "Hello?