The study was quiet. Too quiet. I paced back and forth, the hem of my silk robe brushing against my ankles, my bare feet sliding across the rug. My chest was tight, my breath shallow. Something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones. The house was big, but I knew he was here. I could feel his presence upstairs. Lorenzo. He had come home earlier, but something about him was…different. He hugged me, yes. He smiled at me, yes. But it wasn’t the same. His touch was stiff, his eyes sharp in a way I hadn’t seen in years. It wasn’t the dazed, foggy look I had grown used to. It scared me. I clutched my phone tighter in my hand, pressed it to my ear, and whispered, “Something’s wrong, Alberto. I don’t know what, but something’s wrong.” His deep, smooth voice came through the line. “Calm down, Amanda. You’re imagining things again.” “No, I’m not,” I hissed, turning to face the door as if Lorenzo might be standing there listening. “He looked at me tonight like he knew. Like he saw through
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