Mom bit her lip, pulled out her phone, hesitated, but finally made the call. All she got was a busy signal.
She hung up quickly, her face clouding over as she muttered, "Where the hell is Valentina messing around now? Didn't even show up for Serafina's ceremony. She's becoming ruder by the day, completely ignoring me."
Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with sadness.
I realized then, "Mom actually forgot that Serafina's ceremony was on my birthday."
On that birthday, Mom had left with Serafina right in front of me, not even bothering to say a word.
They rewrapped my body and sealed it in a black waterproof body bag.
Like handling a worthless piece of merchandise.
I was carried to the lowest level of the Ferraro Manor.
That was where the family disposed of their "shady" possessions.
Salvato was there.
He managed the family's underground medical facility and was the most familiar with the corpses.
The heavy iron door closed, cutting off all outside sound.
Cold white light shone on my remains.
"Identifying me will be troublesome," Salvato said, removing his mask, his tone as calm as discussing the weather. "The face is completely destroyed, and the fingerprints are gone."