Marcelina~
Three days had passed since the bakery.
And in those three days, I had done a lot of thinking.
Lucia had also become impossible to miss.
She was around more than usual now. Not in an obvious way, but enough for me to notice. If I came downstairs, she would appear. If I stepped outside for fresh air, she was never too far away. If I lingered too long anywhere, she somehow found a reason to pass by.
She was being attentive and I knew exactly what it was.
Domenico, on the other hand, hadn't said a word, but he had clearly made sure I wouldn't run off again.
I understood that much—though, even without it, the thought of trying hadn't crossed my mind.
Not after what I had seen that day.
The drive back to the estate had ended in uncomfortable silence. After the last thing I
