Antonioni’s POV The cell door closed with a sound that did not echo.That was what unsettled me.In Fort San Vittorio Detention Complex, echoes were constant…metal against metal, boots against concrete, the low hum of surveillance breathing through the walls. But this time, when they returned me from court, the sound ended. As though the world had decided I was not worth the reverberation.I stood there for a moment longer than necessary, my wrists still warm from the cuffs, my shoulders carrying the weight of eyes that were no longer on me. Courtrooms were loud with judgment, even in silence. Cells were honest. They made no promises.I sat.And then, inevitably, I thought of her.Annabelle.Not as she had been led into the courtroom. Not as the composed woman who sat like a force of order in chaos. But as she had looked the last second, our eyes held steady, unafraid, and present.That look st
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