Chapter 83

Vincenzo pov

The front door whispered shut. Not a slam. No dramatics.

Just finality.

She was gone.

I stared at the door for a long time after she left. The room felt… larger. Louder. Like her absence screamed louder than her presence ever did.

And still—I didn’t move.

Because moving would mean...

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