After a month in the dark, something finally shifted in Marco's face.He grabbed the photo, fingers shaking. "It's her. It's really her."He wiped his schedule clean and booked the first flight out. Overnight to Italvia.On the plane, he held Lara's picture to his chest, like if he let go, she'd vanish again.The shot was from an airport.In it, she wore a sun hat, a woven straw bag over her shoulder.She looked lighter. Brighter.Ten times more alive than she ever did at his side.***Lara's POVI've been living it up in Florenze, Italvia—sun, beaches, sailboats. Picked up my camera again. Started painting like I used to.That day, I'd just kissed a cute guy goodbye—slow, lingering—when I walked straight into Marco.Dusk. Low light. Didn't matter. The dark circles under his eyes? The exhaustion? Clear as day.He stared at me. Eyes bloodshot, twisting with pain and rage. His voice came out rough, barely holding. "Lara... you walk out on me just to mess around with cheap gu
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