The space he gives her
~ Eleanora's POV ~ A week passed. Then another. Vincenzo did not come to the east wing. He did not knock. He did not send Giulia with food or notes or any of the small gestures I had catalogued over the months. He went to his study in the morning, worked through lunch, appeared at dinner—which I sometimes attended and sometimes did not—and spent his evenings exactly where he always had. He was giving me exactly what I needed. I was beginning to find it deeply irritating. ~ * ~ The irritation told me more than I wanted it to. You do not become irritated by someone giving you space unless part of you has stopped wanting quite so much of it. I knew that. The anger was still there, but it had changed shape over the past two weeks. It was no longer a wall. It was weather. Still presen
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