Three days had passed since Alina's last conversation with Daniel, and every passing hour felt like its own kind of torture.Alina barely slept. She sat for hours on the porch of the wooden house, the phone Salvatore had given her always within reach, waiting for news that never came.Nora tried to distract her in various ways—inviting her to cook, to knit, to walk in the garden. But Alina only moved like a shadow, her body present while her mind stayed fully fixed on David, somewhere she didn't know where."You need to eat," Nora said gently, setting a bowl of soup in front of Alina, who sat staring blankly toward the hills."I'm not hungry," Alina answered quietly."Your baby needs to eat, even if you don't," Nora said firmly, but with a tone full of affection. "David won't come home any sooner if you let yourself get sick."The words stung, but they also stirred a small awareness in Alina. She picked up the spoon with a trembling hand, forcing herself to swallow a few mouthfuls eve
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