Rain fell without mercy, drumming against rows of black umbrellas scattered across the old cemetery on the outskirts of Milan. Dark clouds swallowed the afternoon sky, turning daylight into a dull gray haze. It was as though the heavens themselves had chosen to mourn.Aria Romano stood at the edge of the freshly dug grave, her fingers gripping a single white rose so tightly that its stem snapped, leaving tiny drops of blood on her palm.She didn't notice.The pain in her hand was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.Three days ago, she had been studying for her final medical examinations. Her biggest concern had been whether she would pass anatomy with distinction.Now she was burying her father.The polished mahogany coffin slowly descended into the earth.Father...The word echoed painfully in her mind.Antonio Romano had been more than a father. He had been her protector, her greatest supporter, and the only family she had left after her mother's death years earlier.The poli
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