Silence followed them home. Not peaceful. Not calm. Heavy. --- Loss had a way of doing that. --- Elena didn’t speak during the drive back. Not because she didn’t have anything to say— but because there was too much. --- Marco’s face lingered in her mind. His choice. His end. --- “He didn’t have to die,” she said quietly. --- Alessandro didn’t look at her. “He made his decision.” --- “That doesn’t mean he deserved that.” --- A pause. --- “No,” he said finally. “But in this world, deserving has nothing to do with it.” --- That was the truth. Cold. Unforgiving. --- She leaned back slightly, exhaling slowly. “This world keeps taking.” --- His hands tightened slightly on the wheel. --- “And you’re still here,” he said. --- Her gaze shifted to him. --- “So

