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17.

Matteo's POV

“Matt, Matt.” My mother whispered, her touch light on my face. “It's okay, it's okay.” She cooed. I remembered this day, the fondest memory I had of my mother.

“They are afraid of me.” A much younger me cried, clutching my mother's checkered dress, “ Is it true?”

“Is what true, my so...