Chapter 82

• SOMEHOW Sofia managed to force herself to get dressed.
• It was a struggle to make herself take off Alessandro’s robe and drape it over a chair, when she was longing to hold onto it, to huddle inside it, inhale the lingering traces of his personal scent that clung to the fabric in a way she clearly could no longer do with the man who owned it.
• But she needed to feel covered, protected—armoured against whatever might come next. She had no idea when Alessandro might come back and what he had planned if he did, but she had to be ready. She found a pair of jeans and a T-shirt amongst the clothes in the wardrobe and pulled them on, grimacing at the way that the jeans hung off her. Had she really lost that much weight while she’d been ill?