A psychotic break is defined as someone losing touch with reality and experiencing delusions and hallucinations.
I would argue that we all need a break from reality once in a while. My doctors disagree. And so does my husband.
Husband. The word sounds foreign to me. Especially when the title comes with a man I don’t remember. He tells me it was love at first sight and that we married soon after meeting because we couldn’t imagine life without each other. Then something happened, and I went missing for a couple of days. My husband searched for me high and low, eventually finding me asleep on the doorstep of Basilica Santa Maria and completely delusional.
I was screaming about being taken by the mafia to repay an old family debt and that I had escaped. According to them, it was all a figment of my imagination. Emiliano Calvano was a real person, but one I must have seen on T.V. or read about in the papers and pulled into my delusions. My beloved pet, Rooster, died a few months ago back in America. And my sisters? Estranged for nearly a year, torn apart by our mother’s death.
Everything I thought I knew to be real was a phantasma, illusions of a broken mind…
At least, that’s what they tell me.
His world is thick with sadistic intent.
My life was simple. Every day, I went to the same coffee shop to write about clumsy heroines and the hot guys who loved them. That was my life...until it wasn’t. Now every lash of an antique leather strap against my skin is commanded by Emiliano Calvano, the underboss of the Calvano mafia. His Roma family is determined to receive retribution for my great-grandmother’s debt...and I am the payment.