Morning came too quickly.
I hadn’t slept properly again. Not after last night. Not after the way he said it—inevitable—like this was something already decided, already set in motion.
I sat at the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, my thoughts looping in circles I couldn’t get out of.
This wasn’t just about Matteo anymore.
That was the part that scared me.
A knock sounded.
“Come in,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended.
Sofia stepped inside, her expression composed as always. “You’re needed downstairs.”
Needed.
Not asked.
Of course.
I pushed myself up slowly. “What for?”
“There’s a meeting.”
My stomach tightened.
“With him?
“Not just him,” she replied. “Others.”
That didn’t make it better.
The room downstairs was different from the others I’d seen.
More closed off.
