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The clock reads 1:03 AM.
The house is silent except for the faint sound of the wind against the windows. Caterina is asleep beside me on the couch, her breathing soft and even. Her head is tilted slightly, her arms tucked under the blanket I wrapped around her an hour ago.
I should have tried to sleep too. But how could I?
Angelo still isn't home.
My knee bounces restlessly as I sit curled up on the couch, the TV sounding quietly in the background as I stare at the door like I can will him to walk through it. My phone rests on the coffee table, the screen dark, void of any messages. Every few minutes, I glance at it or pick it up, my chest tightening when I see nothing. No missed calls. No updates.
It's been hours.
I know he said it would take time, and that there wa
