Chiara’s POV
I barely managed to push the door shut behind me before my knees gave way, and I sank to the floor. The room was silent—too silent—and for a moment, all I could hear was the pounding of my heart in my ears. I pressed my back against the door, closing my eyes, trying to steady my breath.
Lorenzo’s presence had a way of tearing open old scars, reopening wounds I thought were healed, making everything feel raw again. But I could not let that break me. I had to stay focused, for Luca, for Sofia. I had to keep my head clear.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, yanking me from my thoughts. I pulled it out, and my breath caught when I saw the caller ID: Anita – Home.
Panic twisted in my chest as I quickly answered. “Anita? Is everything alright?” I forced my voice to stay calm, though
