STEFANO
I watch Andrea as she trembles like a leaf in an autumn breeze, her body curled in on itself at the edge of the bed. She hasn’t spoken a word since we left the club, the silence heavy with unspoken pain. I know pushing her now would only make her retreat further, but I can’t just stand here and watch her suffer.
Slowly, carefully, I move to crouch between her legs, my hands resting gently on her knees. “Luce del sole,” I murmur, the endearment falling from my lips like a prayer. “Talk to me. What happened?”
For a long moment, there’s only the sound of her shaky breaths. Then, finally, a single word escapes her lips. “Him.”
My brow furrows. “Him?”
She nods, her gaze distant, haunted. “I saw him after all this time. It felt like...like he was forcing himself on me all over again
