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Chapter 31: The Letter

Autor: R.N
last update Data de publicação: 2026-03-29 17:23:32

The villa was drowning in silence.

Luca hadn’t left Sofia’s room in hours. He sat on the edge of her bed, surrounded by the wreckage he had created shattered picture frames, scattered notebooks, the childhood drawing now stained with his blood and tears. The air felt thick, suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in on him.

Valentina stood in the doorway, the old letter from Luca’s late wife clutched tightly in her hands. Her headache had dulled to a persistent throb, but the guil
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