After lunch, I follow Wolfgang and Magda to the front of the house, feeling a mixture of curiosity, fear, and resignation. My mind is torn between running back to the room and hiding in the comforting darkness that has protected me so far, or going ahead and accepting this opportunity to get out of the four walls where I sleep, even for a short time.The darkness, paradoxically, has become a refuge for me. In his embrace, there are no hurtful words like the ones I used to hear from my uncle, no threats like the ones Wolfgang utters. It is a place where I can feel safe. But now I'm curious what I'll see in Wolfgang's vineyard. Did he also kidnap his vineyard workers? I ignore my guess when I remember the happy women in the kitchen. I decide to focus on Wolfgang's promise not to hurt me.I watch Wolfgang's broad back as he walks in the sun, the rays illuminating his glossy black hair. He is wearing a black dress shirt that he rolled up to his elbows, and matching dress pants. The spitti

I'm driving and Chiara stays leaning back in the seat, looking out the window with a lost look. I drive home in unchanging silence, because I can't bring myself to demand that she move her shaking hands all the way, it's not like she needs an explanation for what happened today. It was a given that Chiara would need a lot of supervision from now on. I look at her for a moment, her delicate little neck, her curly dark hair fluttering in the air, and her slim but feminine figure resting on the seat. A chill runs through my body when I think about what could have happened, I would be carrying her corpse if I hadn't arrived on time. And then I have the disturbing impulse to reach for Chiara to hug her again. But I shake off those ridiculous thoughts and focus on getting home. As I park the car, I see Magda come out of the house with a worried look on her face. When Magda reaches the door, she shares a tense look with me, then focuses on Chiara, who remains disconnected from the world. As

WOLFGANG P.O.V.I drive up the driveway toward the cabin, accompanied by Klaus, a mixture of emotions and thoughts racing through my mind. I feel pathetic about the way I reacted when Chiara dropped the glass on the floor. It's been a long time since I felt so worried about someone, and it baffles me.I vividly remember that moment when I got out of the shower—hair dripping with water—when I heard the sound of glass breaking. The alarm went off inside me and without even drying myself, I grabbed the towel and ran to make sure Chiara was safe. The image of her, frightened and fragile, struck me in the heart.I grip the steering wheel hard, remembering how I nearly exploded with rage when Chiara confessed that Manfrid had touched her without her consent. Anger builds up inside me as we approach the cabin. The cabin, that place we call that, is actually an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It's our place to get rid of problems, like Manfrid.Karl, my best executor, awaits

WOLFGAGN P.O.V. I called Bruno and asked for the contact of a horse breeder, I needed to find a purebred specimen because I was not going to accept less than that. That was how I came across Mr. Edel, and despite my usual dislike of animals, I ended up buying that damned horse for a considerable sum of money. I never thought I would spend so much on a simple animal, I have always hated them for as long as I can remember. But this time, the tears of happiness that I saw in Chiara's eyes were worth every penny invested. It's amazing how that woman's smile can have such a powerful effect on my state of mind, even when I received the news of the death of Gio, the man we infiltrated among Aldo's people. “You have to build a stable for the horse, and its nutrition is important, it's a purebred Arabian horse, Wolfgang, it's extremely important that—. Wolfgang, are you listening to me? I look at Edel. "Yes, of course. You continue with what you were saying." Edel begins to tell me about t

WOLFGAGN P.O.V.Bruno suddenly walks into the office and reminds me of the conversation we had at breakfast about heading to the vineyard. I know that there is a lot of work ahead in the vineyard now that Bruno has returned from his trip and we do not have a production manager. These days I have done my best to take care of the situation in the vineyard in Bruno's absence, but if I have to admit something, it is that Bruno is better than me on that subject. I nodded, confirming to Bruno that I will take him to the vineyard as we agreed at breakfast.All morning, as we work in the vineyard, my mind keeps going back to Renzo. The thought that he never died fills me with a mix of feelings: anger, disappointment, and confusion. How could I have been so blatantly deceived by Aldo Bianchi? What is he hiding by keeping a secret that his son is alive? Questions pile up in my head.As I think of Renzo and Aldo, my mind inevitably turns to Chiara as well. What is her role in this whole game? If