Risotto had been paying more attention to his work recently. Leaving you feeling a bit more neglected as time went on.

You couldn't even bring up the topic because he was always so busy. If not with la squadra, then with other work. The only time you knew he was around was when he returned home and whispered the words.

"Buonanotte, amore mio."

And then in the morning? He was never there. It was tearing you to pieces. All you wanted was for him to be around.