Three months later, in Napleton City.Spring had arrived.Liliana had spent the entire winter living in the old apartment at Vomerra Heights.Every morning, she walked to the bakery on the corner to buy fresh focaccia straight out of the oven.The owner, Anna, was a plump woman in her fifties, with a laugh that rang like little bells."Liliana! I saved the best batch for you today!"Anna always slipped her an extra piece of focaccia, wrapping it in oil paper before pressing it into her hands."Eat more. You're too skinny."Liliana accepted the bread and thanked her.It was the first time she had felt kindness from a stranger not because of who her parents were or because of her identity, but simply because they wanted to be nice to her.Slowly, she grew used to life in Napleton City. The sunlight there was stronger than in Sicelia, and the streets were narrower, with thicker crowds pressing in from every side. Laundry hung everywhere, and motorbikes roared past at all hours,
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