Annabelle’s POV Valentine's morning sun was different. It was rich with the hue of gold. I woke to the scent of Antonioni’s cigar lingering faintly, the faint trace of smoke curling into the sunlight. But it wasn’t just smoke; it was his presence, his careful control over everything, even over the moments before the chaos would inevitably descend. He was awake before me, as always, and waited until I stirred fully before speaking. “Annabelle,” he said softly, voice low and steady, “before the end of today, I’ll be locked away again. But there are truths you need to know.” I blinked, sitting up slowly, unsure of how to prepare for what would come next. “I’ve arranged money everywhere it needs to be,” he continued, “For your life, your future…If you want to go to the university, apply
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