After the call ended, I stared at my phone for a long time.Professor Sofia Bianchi had agreed to help me forge an abortion report.My husband, Don Enzo Vitale, would never allow me to take his child away.When I got home, I pushed the door open.In the living room, my sister, Rosa Esposito, twirled in front of the mirror in a light purple chiffon dress. My papa, Luca Esposito, sat on the couch, watching her with a fond smile, while my brother, Rafael Esposito, snapped a few photos before stepping over to adjust the bow at the hem of her skirt.I planned to quietly slip past the living room and head to my room."Valentina?"Rosa spotted me first. A hint of amusement glinted in her eyes, tinged with provocation."You're back? Take a look at my dress. Isn't it pretty?"I didn't respond.Papa turned around, and the warmth in his eyes vanished completely."You still remember how to come home?"A glass flew straight at me. I didn't react in time. It clipped my forehead, and warm
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