He nodded, mute.
Here is its story.
His son, Matteo, had called him from Milan two nights ago. “Papà, it’s urgent. I’m stuck at the Milan train station. My wallet, my phone—stolen. I’m using a friend’s phone. Please, send the money to this account. It’s for a hotel and a train home. I’ll explain everything.” modulo bonifico postale
Elio’s heart seized.