Chapter 107 Drunk Enrico

• The night wore on slowly, and I sat alone in my room, lost in my thoughts and plans, when I suddenly heard footsteps approaching outside my door. The sound was soft at first, then grew heavier with each step, echoing down the quiet corridor. I held my breath, wondering what could be happening at this hour. Just as I was trying to understand my racing thoughts, the door creaked open.
• Before I could even gather my composure, Enrico stumbled in. He looked completely disheveled, his clothes were rumpled, his hair unkempt, and his eyes had a far-off, bleary look. It was clear that he was drunk, his steps unsteady. The man who now entered my space was very different from the confident, arrogant figure I had come to despise. He seemed fragile, almost as if he were struggling with something deep inside.
• With a soft, slurred voice, Enrico called out, "Ithaca... my dear Ithaca." His words were tender, laced with vulnerability. For a moment, I was taken aback. Who was Ithaca? I knew I was not that person, I was Nadia, but his voice, so soft and mistaken, echoed in the quiet room. It was obvious that in his drunken haze, he was confusing me with someone else. I found myself wondering, silently and with a mix of curiosity and disdain, who he meant by that name.