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Vittoria

The morning light spilled lazily through the curtains and onto the marble floor in soft, golden lines. I sat curled on the couch, one leg tucked beneath me, a half-drunk cup of coffee cooling in my hand. The taste had gone bitter, but I continued to sip anyway, something to anchor me while my mind was all over the place.

Something was off.

Dante hadn't called since last night.

He usually