Echoes of Betrayal

Chiara was busy refilling a glass of water at the side table. “Here, Dad,” she said softly, sliding the water toward him.

Chiara’s father took the glass, nodding, but his gaze drifted toward Camilla. His lips twitched as if he were trying to say something but hadn’t yet found the courage. “Chiara,” he whispered, his voice weak but steady, “can you give me a moment alone with… with her?”

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