Ignazio
The morning light streaming through the window highlighted the dark circles under my eyes, a testament to the sleepless hours I'd spent tossing and turning. My mind had refused to quiet, consumed by thoughts of Danica and the uncertainty of our situation.
I buttoned up my shirt, my fingers moving on autopilot as my gaze drifted to my reflection. The face staring back at me looked tired, haunted even. I hadn't shaved, and the stubble added to my rugged, worn appearance.
As I knotted my tie, my thoughts wandered back to Danica. Had she slept any better than I had? Was she thinking of me, too?
I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering fatigue. Today was a new day.
I stepped out of my room and went downstairs into my study room.
As I entered, my phone buzzed with a
