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Chapter 30

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I spent the night in a small, spartan room in the Alliance facility. It wasn’t a cell, not officially. It had a narrow bed, a desk, a chair. The door was locked from the outside. A guard brought me a tasteless meal. I ate some, not because I was hungry, but because I needed to keep my strength up. For what, I didn’t know.

The bond was a steady, low hum now. The frantic anxiety was gone, replaced by that focused, granite-like determination I’d felt before. Lorenzo was doing something. Planning something. The feeling was a lifeline in the dark.

Sleep came in fitful bursts. I dreamed of the balcony in Naples, but this time, Lorenzo was the one falling, and I was reaching for him, my fingers always an inch short.

The guard woke me at dawn. “Get dressed. The hearing is in one hour.”

I put on the same clothes I’d arrived in. They felt like a prisoner’s uniform now. I was escorted by two silent security officers through a series of sterile, bright corridors. We didn’t go to a courtroom or a
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  • Scars of Silence(MxM)   Chapter 77

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    The drive back from the symposium was a blur. The neat rows of grapevines, the soft evening light—it all felt unreal, like a painting I was looking at from the wrong side of the glass. Dr. Thorne’s words echoed in my head. Asynchronous evolution. A living bridge. The beautiful lie.The white business card was in my wallet. A secret. My first real secret from Lorenzo.I parked the car and sat for a moment, staring at the familiar facade of our apartment building. Our fortress. Our cage. The lights were on in our living room. He was home.I took a deep, shaky breath and went inside.The smell of garlic and herbs hit me as I opened the door. Lorenzo was in the kitchen, stirring something in a pot. He looked up as I came in. His expression was carefully neutral, but his eyes scanned my face, looking for… something. Guilt? Defiance?“Hey,” he said, his voice casual. Too casual. “How was the office?”“Fine. Busy.” The lie tasted like ash. I hung up my coat, my back to him. “Smells good.”“P

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    The argument about the research institute hung in the air between us for days, a low-grade static that made the quiet apartment feel charged. We moved around each other carefully. We talked about work, about the weather, about Alessia’s upcoming visit. We didn’t talk about the email. We didn’t talk about the bond. It was the first thing we’d ever truly agreed not to discuss, and the silence felt like a wall.I didn’t reply to Dr. Thorne’s email. But I didn’t delete it either. It sat in my inbox, a tiny, glowing ember of possibility. I’d read it again when Lorenzo was in the shower, or out on the balcony. Rare interpersonal dynamics. Sustained synergy. The words were a siren song to the part of me that felt adrift.Lorenzo, sensing my continued interest, doubled down on “normal.” He planned a weekend trip to the mountains. He bought tickets to a symphony. He suggested we finally get that dog we’d half-joked about. It was all meant to be comforting, to anchor me in the life we had. But

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