Vittorio descended the stairs with a serious expression, his dark eyes intensely fixed on Eleonora. The atmosphere seemed charged with palpable tension. Each step he took was calculated, as if every movement was a silent declaration of his determination.
Eleonora stared at her husband firmly, facing the penetrating gaze that struck her. For a moment, the silence between them was deafening, as if their emotions were exchanged through this visual contact.
Finally, Vittorio approached Eleonora, the distance between them gradually diminishing. His voice came out cold and controlled as he asked, with restrained firmness, an intensity that seemed to cut through the silence, finally breaking the ice.
"Eleonora,"he began, his expression serious and measured, "about which truth are you s
