The city of London lay beneath a sky thick with clouds, the
evening air cool and quiet. But for Lorenzo "Enzo" De Luca, the
silence only echoed the emptiness inside him. He stood alone
in the graveyard, the weight of his father's absence pressing
upon him with the strength of a thousand storms. The granite
headstone before him bore his father's name, a man who had
once walked with unwavering faith and strength, a man who
had spoken of God's plan for them all.
Lorenzo's chest tightened as he stared at the name, the stone
cold and unyielding, just like the world had become to him.
"Father," he whispered, his voice thick with the sorrow that
had become his constant companion since that fateful night-
the night the car had taken his father from him. The night
everything had changed. In his mind, the memories came rushing in: his father's warm
voice, telling stories of faith and strength, of God's divine
purpose for each soul, even the broken ones. "You are stronger