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Chapter 45
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2025-05-06 07:05:00ROSA’S POV
Sofia’s scream tore through the apartment, high and desperate. I jerked back so fast, I almost knocked the plate off the coffee table. Salvatore jumped too, blinking like he’d just been slapped awake. I turned and saw her standing by the hallway that led to the bedrooms.
“Enzo!” she wailed. “I want Enzoooo!”
I was already halfway to her, my heart pounding. Her cries weren’t the kind that faded, instead they sharpened with each breath, splitting through the quiet like glass.
“Sofia, baby, what’s wrong?”
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