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64: Breaking Through The Ice
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2025-04-19 07:00:35The house felt different.
Luca was here, but it felt as if he wasn’t.Maria sat on the edge of their bed, her hands gripping the smooth satin sheets, letting the fabric slip between her fingers as she listened to the distant hum of the estate’s staff moving through the halls. The space beside her was empty. Had been empty for two nights now.Luca had barely spoken to her since their fight.No soft murmurs in the morning, no casual touches when they passed each other, no Luca.He was present, but unreachable.Maria wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take.Her fingers curled into fists, gripping the satin beneath her as frustration, guilt, and a dull ache all settled in her chest.Enough.She had always known how to handle Luca when he was angry. When his temper burned hot, she could cool it. When he was raging, she could talk him down.But this?This quiet, cold distance?
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