Chapter 37

• The situation unfolded like a surreal nightmare, with my past and present unexpectedly colliding. Luca led me, still with a black bag over my head, towards my adoptive brothers' car. Matteo assisted Massimo, who, still unsteady, was recovering from the confrontation in the parking lot.
• “Luca, why the hell the black bag? I know New York better than you guys,” I protested, trying to understand the need for the bag over my head.
• “It's not for you not to see; it's for you to sleep,” Luca replied, not very patiently.