The room was quiet again, leaving just the three of us.Matteo had been woken by the noise. He rubbed his eyes and asked:"Mama, what happened to that bad man? Did he bully you again?""It's okay, baby," I stroked his little head. "The bad man has been chased away."A week later, I was discharged and went home.To make my recovery easier, Dante had my art studio moved to the ground floor.One afternoon, while organizing Dante's study, I accidentally discovered a hidden compartment.Inside was a thick stack of photos and newspaper clippings.Curious, I took them out and began to look through them. I froze.They were all photos of me.From my teenage art exhibitions to photos of my life in my twenties.There was even a newspaper clipping from my very first art show.What shocked me most was that some of the photos I didn't even remember being taken.They had clearly been taken in secret."What are you looking at?"Dante's voice sounded from behind me, making me jump.I turned to see him
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