**Stefano’s POV**A soft sound came from the doorway, like a slight scuff of a shoe against the floor. I forced my heavy eyes open and lifted my head from the edge of the chair; my body felt heavy. For days, I had barely moved from this spot, staring at the space where Martina used to sit, surrounded by the silence of a house that no longer felt like a home. I saw her.I stayed frozen on the floor, afraid to move or even breathe. Was I dreaming? Was my mind finally breaking from the massive grief and the lack of sleep? I had been awake for too long, and my mind was playing tricks on me. If this was a hallucination, I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to hold on to this vision forever, to believe she was here, even if it wasn't true.I closed my eyes for a second, then forced them open again, half-expecting her to be gone, but she was still there.Elena stepped closer. She looked at me with so much worry and concern that it made my chest ache. She looked exhausted, her face pale, but h
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