Liliana
The days blurred together in my beautiful prison. Each morning brought the same routine. Breakfast in bed, gentle kisses from Gromov, and the growing certainty that everything in my life was a lie.
But today was different. Today, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change.
"You seem distracted, my love," Gromov said, setting down his coffee cup. We were having lunch on the villa's terrace, surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens and the sound of fountains.
"I keep having those dreams," I said, picking at my salad. "They're getting clearer.
"His hand froze halfway to his mouth.
"What kind of dreams?"
"The man with dark hair. Last night, I could almost see his face. He was calling my name, but not Lila. He was calling me something else."
He smiled, tal
