The sunlight was beginning to stream in through the window in the quaint bedroom as it rose beyond the horizon, but I didn't move from my bed. I had told Matteo that I just wanted to rest after our talk yesterday, and he had fetched dinner from my aunt downstairs before spending the rest of the evening with me. I fell asleep early, just wanting to distract myself. This morning was no different. I found myself awake again when the room was still dim. Matteo had to make some calls and was using a small, extra study the house had made across the hall. He had left me warily at around four, concerned about the lack of sleep, and the amount of information I had absorbed, but I assured him I was fine.
I was fine. I knew this was the path that we needed to walk, I was sure of it, but it was still
