Pia took a deep breath. This was due or die. Depending on how she answered the questions he was going to ask her, would depend if he walked out her door and out of her life forever. There was another knock on the door. This time Pia slowly opened it. Lorenzo stood there with a bouquet of yellow roses. Pia stood motionless. The last thing she expected was for Lorenzo to bring her roses. He held the roses out and Pia took them. “Thank you,” she whispered, stepping aside. Lorenzo walked in, not kissing her like he usually did. He stood in her living room with his arms crossed. “I don’t know what to think or what to say.” “I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you. I was going to tell yo...