Amara’s POV I woke up to the sharp vibration of my phone on the bedside table. For a brief moment, I stared at the ceiling, disoriented, before reaching for it. Beside me, Alessandro shifted slightly. I noticed his eyes open for the briefest second before he turned onto his side again and closed them, pretending to be asleep. Whether he intended to give me privacy or simply didn't want to start another conversation between us, I couldn't tell. The phone continued ringing. The moment I saw Marco's name flashing across the screen, my heart skipped. I quickly slipped out of bed, careful not to make too much noise, and quietly left the bedroom before answering. "What is it, Marco?" I asked in a hushed voice. "Why are you calling this early?" "I just wanted to tell you not to leave the house," he replied casually. "In case you already have plans. I'm coming over because I want to see my daughter." My grip tightened around the phone. "No," I said immediately. "Don't come. I'll be
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