ALESSANDROThe way to the basement felt like walking into a tomb. The air was cooler here, smelling of damp stone and the faint, metallic tang of the ventilation system. I reached the steel door, the only thing separating my wife’s sanity from the physical manifestation of her trauma.I signaled the guards to step back. When the door groaned open, the light from the hallway spilled into the cell, illuminating the woman huddled on the cot.For a split second, my heart betrayed me and my breath hitched as the silhouette of her head, the curve of her shoulder, and the fall of her hair screamed Sierra. But when she looked up, the illusion shattered. Her eyes were the same shape, the same color, but they lacked the warmth and the defiant spark that made my wife who she was. Airra’s eyes were pits of bitterness."Back so soon, Alessandro?" she rasped.Her clothes were tattered and her skin sallow, but she still managed a smirk that tasted of venom. It's only been two weeks since Carlo t
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