
she says nothing at first, for what is to be said to your husband’s killer? to someone that had nearly been your killer? but alas, maria knows better than to allow that state of mind to consume her. the man before her had hardly been in his right mind, had hardly been in control of his own actions. and yet, it’s so difficult to look at him for more than a few seconds. ❛ — i want to ask you something… is that alright? ❜ maria inquires softly, a few trails of dried tears lining her cheeks still. their conversation has only been slight, but it has been impactful for the italian, nonetheless. but in order to get to this place, she’s gone behind her son’s back, has contacted steve to bring her to their location, one she still isn’t aware of since they’d done well in keeping it a secret, even with bringing her here.
she wanted honesty, and he’s given it. she’ll nod, chin dropping so that she’s able to cry without him being able to...
…oh. brows furrowed at the question, why this, why now? “ i–…i didn’t. “ no witnesses. “ for both. i’m sorry. “ it’d...