I look through the crack in the window and realize that it's already dark. My God, how is my son? I spent the day asking God to protect my son. Alessandro must hate me now. I just left without saying anything. But I was desperate for my son. And now I don't know what to do.

After Denis came in here and left that sandwich, I think they left, because everything was very quiet. But now I can hear a noise, a door is opening. And there are voices. I think they've arrived. Lord, protect me.

- Your di