A couple of Months Later
The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the villa, casting a soft golden glow across the room. Cora stirred awake, her hand instinctively reaching for the space beside her, only to find it empty. She blinked, her mind still foggy with sleep, and sat up, brushing her dark hair out of her face. The sheets were cool where Lorenzo had been, and she frowned, wondering where he could have gone so early. The storm had passed, but its echoes still lingered in her mind.
It had been months since Lorenzo had confronted his mother, a moment that had etched itself into Cora’s memory with crystal clarity. She could still see him standing tall, his hand gripping hers tightly, his voice steady and unyielding as he faced the woman who had tried to tear them apart.
