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Chapter 15

Author: Wealth💅
last update Last Updated: 2026-03-05 20:04:54

Luca's POV

The house felt troppo quiet without Mamma. The kind of quiet that made my stomach feel weird, like when I ate too many Nutella cookies and Nonna caught me.

Sofia was lying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling with her “thinking face”—the one where her nose scrunched up like she’d smelled rotten mozzarella.

“I can’t sleep,” I whispered, even though I didn’t need to.

“I know,” Sofia said, rolling over to look at me. “Me neither. It’s because Mamma’s not here. She always kisses ou
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