From the large bedroom window, I could see the city already awake.
Cars moved along the streets below. People hurried along the sidewalks, some rushing to work, others guiding their children toward school. The distant sound of horns and chatter floated up into the morning air.
The world was busy.
Alive.
But inside the villa, everything felt strangely quiet.
I slowly turned away from the window and walked back toward the bed. My body still felt warm from sleep, but my mind was already racing.
Because all I had dreamed about the entire night… was Alessandro.
His face.
His voice.
And the moment he had looked at me inside the car when that man walked past us.
Alive.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed my face softly.
I still couldn't believe it.
He had let the man go.
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