Chapter 39 – The Secret Wedding Photo

• “Luciano?” Alina’s voice echoed faintly through the empty hallway. No answer. Just the creak of wood beneath her bare feet and the low hum of cicadas buzzing through the open windows.
• She wasn’t sure what she was looking for exactly—only that after last night, after everything, she couldn’t sit still. Not while ghosts still breathed in the walls of they his estate.
• The morning sun poured gold over the marble floors as she wandered deeper into the house. Her legs moved on instinct, taking turns she hadn’t taken before. Past Teresa’s quarters. Past the linen rooms. Toward a wing she hadn’t explored.