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CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO

Author: Wren Gray
last update publish date: 2026-04-25 23:06:30

ONE WEEK LATER.

"Jealousy is just love with nowhere to go and no way to breathe."

DANTE

I am in a good mood when I arrive.

That should have been my first warning. Good moods have never lasted long in my life and by now I should know better than to trust them.

The drive to Marco's parents' house takes forty minutes from the estate and I spend most of it with the window down, one arm resting on the door, actually enjoying the Italian countryside rolling past in the late afternoon gold. The meetin
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