Chapter 75 Samantha

• SAMANTHA
• It has been a week since a visit from the Mafia King of Nuova Speranza turned my world upside down.
• The morning sun spills softly through my window, golden and warm. Tiny drops of dew glimmer on the potted plants sitting on the sill, shining like little emeralds. The curtains sway gently with the breeze, carrying the smell of wet soil and sunlight. Everything feels calm — painfully calm — like the world doesn’t know what’s about to happen to me.