The governor looked at the ring, then back at Amelia. For the first time, her voice softened just a little.“You’re stronger than you think,” she said.Amelia gave a small, tired smile that didn’t reach her eyes.“I have to be,” she replied. “Because from now on, I only have myself.”She turned and walked out of the office without looking back.The door closed behind her with a quiet click.For the first time since she had been locked up, Amelia didn’t feel like crying.She felt something else.She felt free.FAVINO PENTHOUSE – KITCHEN – 7:15 AMThe morning sun poured through the tall windows of the penthouse kitchen. Everything was clean and white and expensive. Alejandro walked in wearing only black sweatpants, his hair messy from sleep. His feet were bare on the cold marble floor.Gabriella stood at the counter in one of his white shirts. The shirt was too big for her, hanging off one shoulder. She was making coffee, her hips swaying slightly to music only she could hear.Aleja
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