I picked up my wine glass and took a long drink to keep myself from crashing out.Nico's hand found mine under the table, squeezing gently. He signed with his free hand. “Are you sure you're alright? You seem distant tonight.”I pulled my hand away . “I'm fine. Just tired.”His brow furrowed, but before he could respond, Isabella appeared at his other side, tugging on his sleeve."Papa, Aunt Valentina said she'd take me shopping tomorrow for a dress. Can I go?"Nico smiled and ruffled Isabella's hair."Of course, piccola. Whatever you want."Isabella beamed and ran back to Valentina, who pulled her onto her lap like she was the child's real mother.I watched them together and felt the last fragile thread inside my chest snap clean in half.I stood abruptly. The conversation around the table died."It’s getting late," I said. "I want to go back to the estate and rest."Nico pushed his chair back immediately and moved to stand beside me.I pressed my hand gently against his shoulder and
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