Betray Me, and You’re Dead
Ode to the Nightingaleblessed by god spoiled by my husband
In the corner of the room stood a large coffin.
Sophia had fainted. She lay curled on the ground, clutching her stomach, trembling.
“Luca,” I said, stepping toward him and looking down from above, “didn’t you promise to live and die with Sophia? Didn’t you say Antonio was the fruit of your love?”
He stared at me, eyes wide, barely breathing.
“I’ll grant your wish. A family should stay together. Lie inside, and you’ll never be separated again.”
“N–No… Victoria… please…” His voice grew weaker with every word.
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