Chapter 37 Whispers Of Chaos

• After the gelato, Marco led Sofia through the narrow, sun-dappled streets of San Vito Lo Capo. The cobblestones beneath their feet were warm from the midday sun, and the scent of salt and citrus hung in the air. Sofia couldn’t help but admire the charm of the town—the vibrant storefronts, the small flower pots perched on windowsills, and the laughter of locals that drifted through the open spaces.
• Marco, as always, moved with a commanding presence, his hand resting lightly on the small of Sofia’s back as they navigated the crowd.
• “Do you always walk like you own the place?” Sofia teased, glancing up at him with a raised eyebrow.