Leona's POV
I must've dozed off again. I don't even remember when, it was like the whole morning dragged me underwater and forgot to pull me back up. I felt my eyes dry and sore.
I was just sitting on the floor in the corner of my room, my knees was pulled tight against my chest as I wrapped myself up in a blanket I didn't remember grabbing like I was trying to hold what's left of me together.
I could still feel his fingers on my neck. Valerio. His cold voice that still gave me chills when he said not to trust Marco. That he was hiding something. That... that I don't know who I am.
I shouldn't believe him. But then why did it sound like truth? Why did it hurt like it was already inside me?
My eyes were still fixed on the same spot of the floor tiles when I heard the front doors downs
