"It might be Vittorio D'Angelo maybe wearing my father's jacket" Matteo's hands moved to frame her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "My father also never made it to your house, Isabella. He was almost dead by then he was admitted in the hospital due to a gas leak orchestrated by Vittorio, I learnt all that recently."Matteo says his voice wavering slightly.
The room seemed to spin around her. "That's impossible."
"Is it? Think, Isabella. Really think. The man you saw did he speak to you? Did you hear his voice clearly?" Matteo asked.
Isabella closed her eyes, forcing herself back to that terrible night. The house. The smell of blood. The man in the expensive suit standing over her father's broken body.
"I was so scared," she whispered. "It was dark, and I was hiding behind those crates. I could barely see."
"But you saw the scar."Matteo said moving closer to her.
She nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I thought all these days, I thought."
