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Chapter 145: “feel like I've already fucked up."

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Enzo

Something is wrong.

For a second I'm thinking my tired brain is playing tricks on me but then the stiftled sound of a broken inhale pulls me awake. It's Alessandra, I can feel her next to me, no longer in my arms but the weight of her body is present.

My eyes snap open at the sound of her breath catching. I roll over and touch her, her body stiffening against mine. “Sasha,” (Sasha,) I call out softly. “Cosa c’è che non va?” (What’s wrong?)

“Non riesco a dormire,” (I can’t sleep,) she says, her voice shaky, scooting away from me.

She's crying.

This isn't the first time it has happened but I have been worried about her since she spaced out at the doctor's office, I didn't know what to do. The doctor walked out but she didn't respond even though she was staring right at him. I tried talking to her but she wouldn't respond, not until I started to speak in Russian.

"Is it too hot?" I ask her, feeling her forehead but she doesn't let me.

"It's not the AC, im fine." She says,
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