Tabitha’s POV
The house feels different tonight. Maybe it’s just me, but there’s something heavy in the air, a tension that hasn’t lifted since Fabrizio left hours ago. I’ve gotten used to him being away, but tonight, the waiting feels longer, the silence more oppressive.
I hear the door creak open downstairs, and my pulse quickens. He’s back.
I stand from the bed, my bare feet brushing against the cool floor as I make my way to the door. Part of me feels a strange sense of relief—he’s home, and everything can return to normal—but another part of me can’t shake the unease. I know he’s been out handling business, and though I don’t ask questions about what he does, I know it’s not pretty.
I take a deep breath and head down the stairs, my heart racing with a mix of anticipation and nerv
