Chapter 99
- || VINCENZO's POV ||
- The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the bedside lamp. The silence stretched around us like a noose, heavy and suffocating.
- I sat at the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, staring blankly at the floor. My mind felt like shattered glass—every thought sharp and painful, cutting deeper each time I tried to make sense of any of it. My mother was gone. And I had no one to blame but him.