The night air was heavy as I stepped onto the balcony of my room, the city lights stretching endlessly below like tiny, glowing warnings. I had tried to keep my mind off everything—Dante’s cold glances, Luca’s half truths, the shadow of the woman who had betrayed him, but the call I had received earlier refused to let me forget. My father. His voice had trembled over the phone, unsteady, fearful. He hadn’t revealed much, only that he was in trouble. But something in his tone had set off an alarm inside me. I had tried asking questions, pressing him for answers, but he had cut the conversation short, mumbling excuses about paperwork, about debts, about people who “wouldn’t let him be.” Now, standing on the balcony, I let the cool night breeze brush against my face, trying to think. The city felt alive, dangerous, aware. Shadows moved in alleys, cars sped past with headlights slicing through darkness. Every instinct in me screamed that my father’s troubles were not ordinary. I barel
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