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• “You’re not going tomorrow,” Lorrenzo said, his voice final as he slid his phone into his pocket. “Marco will handle everything.”
• I didn’t ask why. Women in this world learned quickly answers came with a cost. And curiosity often bled.
• By the time I padded into the kitchen, showered and dressed in shorts, a tank top, and sandals, Lorrenzo was standing in front of the open fridge, scowling like it had personally offended him.