TWENTY-THREE
The morning air was still and hushed as Camilla stirred awake in the guest bedroom, the soft glow of the city just beginning to creep through the curtains. She blinked up at the ceiling, disoriented for a moment before last night's conversation with Enzo came flooding back. Her stomach twisted. She had learned so much—things that redefined not only her relationship with Enzo but her entire understanding of herself. Francesco. Her brother. A family she never knew existed. A life that had been moving parallel to hers all this time without her ever realizing it. She lay there for several minutes, staring at the ceiling, trying to decipher how she truly felt. Anger? Maybe. Betrayal? Definitely. But something deeper lurked beneath those emotions—something she didn't want to name yet. Did sh
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