(Elena's POV)Three months later, with my friend Clara's help, I moved into a small apartment by the sea.The window faced a quiet street. At the end of the street was the ocean. In the mornings, I could hear delivery trucks passing. In the evenings, sometimes children chased a ball downstairs.At first, I didn't like it here.The sound of the sea was too loud. Waves crashed in, one after another, like someone knocking on the door.I was afraid that if I listened too long, I'd think of that black water beneath the third curve.So when I first moved in, I kept the curtains drawn tight and rarely turned on the lights during the day. My new ID, prepared by Alexei, sat in a drawer. I had to check it several times a day before I could believe my name had really been changed.My name was Ella Rossi now.Not Mrs. Moretti. Not Matteo's wife.Just a woman with a child, trying to start over.By my fourth month of pregnancy, I opened my laptop again.In college, I'd studied software engineering,
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