Amara’s POVEver since I returned from the hospital after what happened with Ginevra, Alessandro and I had not spoken—not properly. Not the way we always did.At first, Damian kept saying Alessandro was busy. That he was tied up with work in Genoa. Then the words changed. Alessandro was almost done. He just needed to wrap things up. He would be home soon.I believed him.Or maybe I wanted to.I held on to the image of Alessandro walking back through the door the same way he left—calm, steady, alive. That hope was the only thing keeping my heart from collapsing under the weight of waiting. But as the days passed, patience slowly turned into fear. A quiet fear at first. Then a louder one.Something felt wrong.I couldn’t explain it, but my body knew before my mind could accept it.And today proved me right.My phone buzzed while I was sitting alone, one hand resting on my stomach, the other clutching the edge of the couch as it could anchor me. I glanced at the screen, expecting nothing
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