~Lianna Black~I woke up to a lighter feeling today; I am... happy. What went on yesterday was relatively enlightening.

~Lianna Black~History repeats itself, sadly in my case, the history that keeps on repeating is a very unpleasant one. Crisp air was circulating around me, permeating into my bones as I swallowed the growing lump in my throat. My parched mouth is disturbing me, the need to drink something is urging me to ask my captor for a drop of water.

~Ace Romano~All they have left for us was the evidence of the intruder’s attack. They turned the once beautiful and homey ambiance of my home into a blood-curdling scenery.

~Ace Romano~It’s been 84 hours since we brought Lianna to my mansion in Santa Barbara. Our resident doctor, Kelly Wilson, told us it will be best for her recovery if she’ll wake up in a different environment than Sicily. It was humid in California, even in November. Very different from Italy.

~Lianna Black~My breath hitched, my lips parted to utter a word, yet my mouth felt too dry to mumble a thing. Staring deep into Ace’s pool of gray hues, I swallowed hard to dampen my waterless throat for the sincerity in them is enough to turn me into a putty.