[Vincenzo's POV]I stared at the message for a while. A feeling gnawed at me, telling me this had to be about Isabella.I dialed the number right away, but the phone had been switched off. I refused to give up and tried a few more times, but the outcome was the same.I slammed my fist on the floor in frustration as my eyes burned and my breathing sped up. When I tried once more, the number had turned into a dead line.Just as despair was about to swallow me whole, my phone rang. Margaret's familiar voice rang out on the other end of the line. She sounded choked up as she said, "Don Cursley, I'm so sorry… If I had waited for you to come home on the day of the fire, nothing would've happened to Mrs. Cursley…"She kept apologizing while sobbing, but something in her words felt off. I asked hesitantly, "What do you mean?"Hearing the catch in my voice, Margaret pushed aside her fear and spilled everything. "On the day of the fire, I wanted to save Mrs. Cursley, but I didn't have the
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