Caterina's povI couldn’t sleep.After I left Jordan in the corridor and made it back to my cell, I bolted the door and just sat on the edge of the bed in the dark for a long time.The rain was still coming down outside, soft but steady, the kind that makes everything feel heavier than it already is. My body was tired, but my mind wouldn’t shut up. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Vittorio’s face in that hallway—the way he’d looked at me when he talked about curiosity becoming a problem.He wasn’t going to wait much longer.I lay down eventually, still fully dressed, and stared at the ceiling. The monastery had a particular kind of quiet at night. More like the building itself was listening. Every distant footstep, every creak of old wood, every shift in the wind against the windows felt louder than it should have, but I kept replaying the afternoon in my head: the bishop looking smaller than ever in that chair, the things he’d said about truth not landing cleanly, and then Vittori
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