A few days later...CLARAI woke to sunlight filtering through gauzy curtains, the warmth of morning settling softly around me. For the first time in days, I did not brace for danger. The familiar tremor in my chest ever since my abduction had finally loosened its grip. I lay still for a moment, listening to the slow, even breathing of my son, Alessandro, curled against me. His tiny hand on my arm was the sweetest alarm clock I’d ever known.I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and padded barefoot into the hallway. The house felt alive with light and soft sounds. From the kitchen came the hum of conversation and the faint scent of coffee and fresh fruit. I followed the trail to find Antonia, Mateo’s mother, arranging sliced strawberries on a platter while humming a tune.“Buongiorno, cara,” she greeted me without turning. For some reason, she was determined to teach me Italian. "Did you sleep well?"“Buongiorno,” I whispered. “I… I slept well.”She smiled, still focused on
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