Tabitha’s POV
The quietness of the room pressed down around me, broken only by the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the hall. I lay in bed, staring at the soft light filtering through the curtains, my mind drifting over everything I had endured. My body still ached, a dull reminder of the pain I had faced, but the physical wounds were beginning to heal. It was the emotional scars that lingered, settling deep within me.
I turned my head slightly, noticing the empty chair beside the bed—the chair where Fabrizio had sat, keeping watch over me night after night. He wasn’t here this morning, and his absence left an ache that was hard to explain. It was strange how his presence, once overwhelming and intimidating, had become a source of comfort. His absence felt like a missing piece, a re
