Eleanor's world tilted on its axis the moment Giuseppe's words hit her like a wrecking ball:
"Francesco has been shot. It isn't good."
Seven words that shattered her very existence.
Seven words that plunged her into an abyss where time stood still, where every breath she took felt like a struggle against the weight of unbearable fear.
Francesco, the man who had become her everything, lay on the edge of death.
The Deluca family had been thrown into chaos. Giselle, usually the rock of the family, seemed to have cracked under the weight of the news.
She cried endlessly, clinging to hope as if it were slipping through her fingers. Eleanor couldn't decide whether she found comfort in Giselle's tears or whether they deepened her own sorrow.
The house, always buzzing with activity and conv
