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It tore at my soul, leaving me restless and consumed with thoughts of his well-being.
My mother and my elder sister, Caterina, shared in my anguish.
They were pillars of strength in our family, their love for Dominic as fierce as mine.
Madre, always the matriarch, took charge of our search efforts, her sharp mind tirelessly analyzing every lead and possibility.
Her determination never wavered, but I could see the flicker of worry in her eyes, a reflection of the pain she felt as a grandmother robbed of her precious grandson.
Caterina, who had married into a powerful mafia family, had offered their assistance in our search for Dominic.
It was a testament to the strength of family ties, as they stood united with us in this time of crisis.
However, despite their resources and connections, the fact that there was still no news of Dominic only heightened our apprehension.
We were left to wonder about the intentions and treatment Dominic might be facing at the hands of those who had taken him.
Yet, in the face of my fears, I knew I had to remain strong.
I couldn't allow despair to cloud my judgment or deter our efforts.
Together with my family and the resources at our disposal, we continued to mobilize our forces, leaving no stone unturned in our search for Dominic.
But as time passed without any significant breakthroughs, a sense of frustration and helplessness settled over me.
The realization that we were unable to shield Dominic from this terrifying ordeal gnawed at my soul.
I questioned my abilities as a father, as the head of our family, to protect those I loved most.
It was a shame that my mother had to leave during such a challenging time.
The kidnapping of my son had shaken me to the core, and I needed her support more than ever.
But deep down, I understood that her responsibilities in the mafia couldn't wait, not even during our family's darkest hour.
I had to put aside my own emotions and acknowledge that her actions were driven by a sense of duty.
A few days had passed since she departed, and the weight of the situation was heavy on my shoulders.
I decided to reach out to her, needing some reassurance and guidance.
I picked up the phone and dialed her number, hoping for a few moments of solace amidst the chaos.
After a few rings, she answered, her voice calm and composed.
"Dante,mio figlio," she replied warmly. "How are you holding up?"
Her genuine concern touched me and I couldn't help but express my feelings.
"I miss you, Mother," I confessed, my voice laced with a hint of sadness.
"It's been difficult without you here, especially with Dominic's kidnapping."
There was a momentary pause, and I could sense her internal struggle.
Finally, she spoke, her voice filled with a mixture of regret and determination.
"I know, Dante. Believe me, leaving you and the family at a time like this weighs heavily on me," she admitted.
