𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 The music room trembles with noise from down the hall. I flinch, nearly dropping the album Elena had just placed in my hand. The calm we’d shared seconds ago, talking about her favorite singers, is completely shattered. Elena’s brows furrow as she lifts her head sharply. “Che cos’è?” she whispers. The shouts grow louder. They’re raw, angry, and multiplied. My throat goes dry. “It’s nothing, just—just the others,” I rush out, forcing my voice calm. “Stay seated, please.” "Nothing? That can't be nothing Cara. Can't you hear them. They...they are fighting." Elena pushes herself up from the armchair. Her thin hands shake as she grips the armrest. “No, no, let me—” I move quickly, sliding to her side and supporting her weight. She leans on me, weak but determined. The sounds are impossible to ignore now—screams in Italian, thuds, a crash. We make it out to the corridor. Luciana is the first person I see. She’s standing stiffly outside the heavy door, her eyes wet.
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