Irina's POV
The days passed slowly at the bakery.
Marina and Roberto were very kind to me. They treated me like family. They made sure I was comfortable and well-fed.
But they barely let me out of the house.
"It is for your safety," Marina would say whenever I asked to go outside. "Mikhail made it very clear, you must stay hidden. You must not step outside. Whatever you need will be brought to you."
So I spent my days inside, helping in the bakery when I could, reading books, and staring out the window.
The only bright spot was Carlo, their son.
He was a sweet little boy and always curious. He would come up to my room and talk to me for hours. Telling me about his day at school. How he made new friends. How he saw a stray dog and took it in as a pet but his parents
