The Broken Promise

The heavy oak door of Alessio’s office loomed in front of me like a barricade. I stared at the brass handle. Luna’s words had been eating at my brain all night, chewing through my doubts until I was left with a single, exhausted resolution. The only silver lining this morning was the sudden absence of my relentless nausea. I felt human for the first time in weeks. I needed that clarity for what I