Alessia’s Point of ViewThe bar was quiet. With dim lights, and the kind of music that wrapped around you instead of pulling you in.I didn’t come to drink. I just came to breathe.The weight of the hospital still clung to my skin. Ethan’s voice still echoed in my bones. And his mother’s eyes… that last, bitter stare… it wouldn’t leave me alone.So I sat at the corner, my coat still on, and my hands wrapped around a warm glass of ginger tea the bartender offered when I said I wasn’t drinking.And then I heard him.A man’s voice behind me.Low. Familiar.He said my name like it wasn’t the first time.“Alessia.”I turned slowly.He was tall, well-dressed and too nice for this kind of place. But it wasn’t the clothes that caught me, it was the voice.That voice.I’d heard it once before.Over the phone. Months ago.The same man who warned me.“Your father isn’t who you think he is.”“Do I know you?” I asked, eyes narrowing.He smiled, but it didn’t make his face bright. “Not properly. Bu
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