Chapter 95

• Imagining a humble job, a cozy little house, a sense of purpose, a daily routine, friendly neighbors, the vibrant sounds of bustling streets, friendships, leisurely ice cream walks in the park, vacations, and the experience of schooling created a silhouette of a normal life—one she yearned for.
• However, the mere thought of it made her cringe, prompting her to slam her traveling bag shut with finality before kicking it back into the depths of the closet. She felt utterly at a loss for where to begin or how to initiate any kind of meaningful change, and the reason behind Sandro's insistence on her departure remained a mystery.
• Their interactions had become infrequent, barely crossing paths during the day. He had visited home only twice within the past two weeks since that fateful night, leaving her in the presence of his grandmother, a woman who seemed relentlessly determined to make her presence known and suppressed none of her peculiar behaviors.