Matilda’s POV.
I woke up early to prepare breakfast for Marco and me. All my doubts and anger had disappeared because of what happened between us last night, a moment of intimacy that gave me hope.
We had rented an apartment where no one knew me. It was far from the city, and most people here did not have phones or televisions, so it was unlikely that anyone would recognize me.
“Hm… breakfast is ready,” I said.
I set the food on the table and went to Marco’s room, but he wasn’t there.
“Where could he be?”
I checked the living room and the terrace, but he still wasn’t there. I went to the dirty kitchen and finally saw him talking on the phone. I hid myself so I could hear their conversation.
"I miss you, love. I miss you so much," Marco said softly as he spoke to his wife on the phon
