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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE

Auteur: Abby Gale
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Luca's pov

The guest room door stayed shut.

I came back.

I stood in front of it for almost an hour, hand hovering over the doorknob, willing it to open. Willing him to open it. But there was nothing but silence behind it, the kind that weighed heavy on your chest and whispered, you messed up again.

I hated this kind of quiet. It reminded me too much of the nights after Matteo’s mother died, when I’d sneak into his room just to make sure he hadn’t stopped breathing from the suffocation of grief. This silence felt like that. Like something fragile had cracked and I didn’t know how to fix it.

I leaned my forehead against the cool wood, swallowing the guilt burning up my throat.

“I didn’t mean it,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean any of that.”

But Eli wouldn’t hear me. Not now. Maybe not ever.

And could I even blame him?

****

Ricardo had walked back into the estate with Eli at his side, and in that mom
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