FiorellaMy phone buzzed on the desk, and I almost jumped-not because I wasn't expecting it, but because I hadn't allowed myself to hope so fully. I picked it up, heart skipping at the sight of his name. Rocco. Rocco.We should see each other, talk, figure this out.I blinked at the screen, a slow, fragile smile tugging at my lips. Talk. Figure this out. He wanted me. After all the chaos, the betrayal, the knives, the blood, the fear, he still wanted me. My chest tightened, and for the first time in days, I let myself exhale fully, letting the relief sink in, letting the tension loosen just a fraction.I stared at the message again, memorising the words like a prayer. My pulse quickened with a mix of joy and apprehension. I typed in return, my fingers shaking with anticipation:Yes. Let's meet. Soon.I set the phone down carefully, as if placing it on a pedestal, not wanting to break the fragile thread of hope I'd just grasped. My thoughts shifted, though, almost immediately, back to
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