Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives-- or to find strength in a very long one. Arabella's P.O.V I hear a knock on my door, pulling me out of my thoughts. I quickly wipe at my cheeks only to realize that tears has been there all along, almost slipping down without me noticing. “Come in.” My voice said hoarsely since I haven't spoken today. The man who introduced me to Mr Varallo walked in with a huge smile. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,” I say wipping my eyes. “What brings you?”“How was Vincenzo's therapy session yesterday?“ He asks, sitting next to me on my bed. I notice his eyes glances at the pictures I am looking at. A wave of panic rush through me and I quickly turn them over, not wanting him to see what I had been holding. “What therapy session?” I ask confused. He frowns at me with disappointment evident in his face in the way his brows furrow together. “Vincenzo's therapist came yesterday for his therapy session and you had no
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