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I swallow hard, her words hitting me like a brick. Deep down, I know she’s right. But I can’t help but wonder—how much worse will things get before they get better?
Before Caterina can say anything else, the sound of gates opening grabs our attention, followed by the sound of multiple vehicles. I am immediately on alert and stand up from my chair to get a better look out of the window. My pulse quickens instinctively, and despite knowing who has just arrived, I find myself unable to relax.
"Who is it?" Caterina asks, also standing to her feet, her tone filled with worry, as I hear her footsteps approach me.
"Angelo, he's back," I answer, and that's when Cat steps into my line of vision, and I notice the sudden grin that appears on her face, one of excitement as she look
