Niccolo stepped forward, but his legs gave out. His knee struck a ridge of dirt beside the path, and he caught himself before he fell completely.He looked up at me. Blood seeped between his fingers and ran down the folds of his shirt, pooling at his waist."I really...""That wound ends everything between us," I cut in. "We're done."I glanced down at the blood spreading across his side."You don't owe me anything anymore."I turned away.And this time, I meant it.I walked steadily, my skirt brushing through the flowers. The daisies swayed. Two petals landed on my shoe. I didn't look down."Elena!"His voice cracked. He struggled to his feet and stumbled after me, but someone grabbed him and held him back.It was Giovanna.She looked at me.For a long time.Something flickered in her aging eyes—calculation, hesitation, and the faintest trace of sympathy."If she's set on leaving, let her go."We won't force anyone to stay. Stop making a fool of yourself, Niccolo."At that, Niccolo st
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