Amara’s POV I had sent Elena to fetch everything I would need for Russia—clothes for myself, warm wraps for baby Venera, documents, the little things no one ever remembered until it was too late. From my bed, I watched Elena move around the room, folding and unfolding items that didn’t need fixing, her hands restless, her shoulders tight. “Elena,” I called softly. “What’s wrong?” Elena froze, then turned, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Nothing, Signora. I’m fine.” I wasn’t convinced. I tilted my head slightly. “That’s not true.” Elena hesitated, then sighed, her voice dropping. “I don’t feel good about this. About you going all the way to Russia with the baby… without me. You shouldn’t be alone, Signora. Baby Venera is still so small, and you—” Her voice broke. “You need help.” I smiled gently, though my chest tightened at the concern in Elena’s eyes. “I won’t be alone,” I said. “Alessandro will be with me.” “That’s not the same,” Elena replied quickly. “You know
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