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The house is quiet by the time Caterina and I arrive, the silence being enough to drive me mad. The guards scatter the moment the car stops. Doors flying open as they begin scanning the entire area, speaking into their comms, their voices urgent yet calm. They open the door and assist both Cat and I out of the car, escorting us to the front door, where someone would open it for us. We watch as they scatter around the house as well, disappearing down the hallways, their hands hovering over their weapons as if expecting Matteo himself to materialise from the shadows. It makes my stomach twist. This is my life now—constant vigilance, the threat of violence lurking behind every corner.
"We're sorry, Mrs Verossi, but we have to make sure you both are safe..." They say to me, a
