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And so, just like that, we leave the house, Caterina being the one to drive us. I try to shake off the heaviness as we drive, but it’s hard. Still, I force myself to push the thoughts aside and allow myself to be swept up in the laughter and light conversation that follows as Caterina takes us through the city. The three of us—Alessio, Cat, and I—have always been close, and I’m glad to have their company right now. They’re like my anchor, keeping me tethered to something that still feels normal.
We hit a few spots around town—some coffee shops, a park we used to hang out in as kids, and even a small art gallery that always seems to have something interesting... not just because I owned the place...
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