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Emilio's POV

I closed the door and the sound felt heavy, like another thing falling into the room with us. Lorenzo sank into the armchair and folded his face into his hands. Donato paced in short circles, jaw working, shoulders tense. I swung my leg up on the table and tried to make my breathing regular. We looked like men who had been hollowed out from the inside. For a long moment no one spoke.