Chapter 58

• Alessia
• The shrill vibration of my phone breaks the stillness of the room. Marco shifts beside me, his body language twitching as though the sound disrupted something primal within him. I dragged the duvet up to my body and slipped out of bed carefully, trying not to disturb him.
• The cool air of the room hits my skin as I stand, tiptoeing toward the nightstand where my phone buzzed again, relentless, persistent. I glance at the screen, seeing Elena’s name flash in bold, the frantic message lighting up the dim room. It feels like a moment of déjà vu, a world apart from the silent intimacy Marco and I just shared.