Diana’s POV
I stood on the balcony, the cool evening breeze brushing my skin, but it did little to ease the tightness in my chest. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky a mixture of purples and pinks that only half-masked the turmoil inside me. Marcello had been distant lately, and no matter how many times I tried to dismiss it, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
I placed my hand gently on my stomach, feeling the faint flutter of our child, the one piece of joy I could cling to. Our baby, I thought, and for a moment, the rest of the world faded. This child was the light in the dark, the promise of something more, something pure. But I knew the danger Marcello was facing. The whispers, the threats. They didn’t just affect him—they affected all of us.
