Tabitha’s POV
The days blurred into one another, each one marked by the slow, painful process of healing. The physical wounds were easier to manage than the emotional ones. My body ached, but the emptiness inside me was what truly hurt the most.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind a chaotic mess of thoughts. I had spent so many days feeling helpless, broken. But the more time passed, the more a small spark of resolve began to flicker inside me. It was faint, barely there, but it was enough to keep me going.
I had to be stronger. Not just for me, but for the life I’d lost and for Fabrizio, who had risked everything to save me. I couldn’t let my pain define me—I had to find a way to turn it into something stronger.
Fabrizio had been by my side through it all, his presence a con
