๐—๐—๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ. โ€œInsufferable.โ€

โ€œPapร ?โ€ My voice echoes through the apartment walls, which now feel as cold as the streets of Milan, even though the windows are still shut. The heater isnโ€™t running. Luigiโ€™s coat isnโ€™t hanging by the door.

A wave of relief rushes through my body.

โ€œItโ€™s okay,โ€ I say, but the breath wavers in my th...

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