I didn’t sleep that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I woke up crying. By dawn, I just sat there—knees pulled to my chest, staring into the dark until the sky turned gray.When Luca came home the next morning, I pretended to be asleep.He took off his coat, waited for the chill to fade from his body, and then pulled me into his arms. I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, against my back.“Baby, look,” he said softly, opening his tablet.A picture of an island glowed on the screen—white sand, blue water, the kind of paradise people write about.“I just bought it,” he said, his voice almost boyish. “It’s for our child. And that’s not all—I’ve started building amusement parks across the country. Every one will carry our child’s name. When we finally have one, I’ll throw a hundred-day celebration. The whole city will come to celebrate.”He looked so proud of himself, so full of plans for a future I knew would never come.He talked and talked, and it took him a full minute to r
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