The weather was perfect. I took Nero's leash and called him to come with me.
I exhaled slowly as I walked between the rows of vines. The gravel crunched under my shoes, marking a steady, almost mechanical rhythm.
I tried to avoid thinking about why Bianca hadn't come down for dinner.
"It's not my problem. It's not my responsibility," I repeated once more.
A sound broke the serenity of my walk, making Nero and me stop.
The wind was moving the leaves, yes… but the noise was more intense…
I took another step. I listened again.
It was crying.
I frowned. My body reacted before my mind. I turned my head slightly, straining my ears, trying to dissect the sound.
I heard nothing.
There was no one here.
Another whimper. Clearer this time. It makes me realize it's not my imagina
