*
She returned home to the penthouse. The silence so still, it deafened her as she shut the door behind her and moved into the living room. Not that the house had been loud and bustling in years. The children had brought that aspect into their lives and they were grown with lives of their own now.
Marianna, their oldest, was a doctor at GH, praised for her remarkable work. If you wanted the best care in town, you went to her. She had taken care of Lorenzo to the end, never wavering in her professionalism. That was the mark of a true doctor.
Christina was a mother of three sons, married to one of the wealthiest lawyers in town. Lorenzo had always looked at his grandchildren with pride; those boys were so smart, so talented. He always said they would change the world.
Luis, the spitting image of his father and uncle, was a prominate businessman in New York City; Married to a world class model.
She ran her hands along the picture frames on the mantle, each one told a story of times they had spent together; Marianna's graduation from med school, Christina's children, Luis' wedding photo, Lorenzo and herself sitting comfortable on the couch, surrounded by their children. Lorenzo Alcazar, the only man she ever loved, her purpose, had forever changed her life.
Every night, while he was still teaching, he'd come home, give her a kiss, have a cigar after dinner, and they would talk for hours, just the two of them. That was their routine, and she loved it. Some might have thought it was boring, but it was wonderful to her.
Now he was gone.
He went, quietly, peacefully, just the way he had entered her world. He wasn't a hotshot gangster like his brother; he didn't sell drugs and lead a wild life in some foreign country. He was a history professor loved by his students, a family man, proud father, loving husband, her best friend.
She had forgiven him long ago for shooting Sonny Corinthos that night. She came to understand his reasons, how strong his love was for her; Love can make you do crazy things.
She lay down on their leather couch, underneath a warm blanket and closed her eyes. She could still feel him around her.
*Carly*
The voice made her jump and she barely opened her eyes. It was Lorenzo's voice, soft and smooth to her ears.
*Carly, I'll wait for you.*
She smiled.
"I'll be along soon Lorenzo," she whispered, as she drifted off to sleep.
She returned home to the penthouse. The silence so still, it deafened her as she shut the door behind her and moved into the living room. Not that the house had been loud and bustling in years. The children had brought that aspect into their lives and they were grown with lives of their own now.
Marianna, their oldest, was a doctor at GH, praised for her remarkable work. If you wanted the best care in town, you went to her. She had taken care of Lorenzo to the end, never wavering in her professionalism. That was the mark of a true doctor.
Christina was a mother of three sons, married to one of the wealthiest lawyers in town. Lorenzo had always looked at his grandchildren with pride; those boys were so smart, so talented. He always said they would change the world.
Luis, the spitting image of his father and uncle, was a prominate businessman in New York City; Married to a world class model.
She ran her hands along the picture frames on the mantle, each one told a story of times they had spent together; Marianna's graduation from med school, Christina's children, Luis' wedding photo, Lorenzo and herself sitting comfortable on the couch, surrounded by their children. Lorenzo Alcazar, the only man she ever loved, her purpose, had forever changed her life.
Every night, while he was still teaching, he'd come home, give her a kiss, have a cigar after dinner, and they would talk for hours, just the two of them. That was their routine, and she loved it. Some might have thought it was boring, but it was wonderful to her.
Now he was gone.
He went, quietly, peacefully, just the way he had entered her world. He wasn't a hotshot gangster like his brother; he didn't sell drugs and lead a wild life in some foreign country. He was a history professor loved by his students, a family man, proud father, loving husband, her best friend.
She had forgiven him long ago for shooting Sonny Corinthos that night. She came to understand his reasons, how strong his love was for her; Love can make you do crazy things.
She lay down on their leather couch, underneath a warm blanket and closed her eyes. She could still feel him around her.
*Carly*
The voice made her jump and she barely opened her eyes. It was Lorenzo's voice, soft and smooth to her ears.
*Carly, I'll wait for you.*
She smiled.
"I'll be along soon Lorenzo," she whispered, as she drifted off to sleep.