Isabella
I pulled the mask over my face, tugging the hood of my coat lower as I stepped out of the apartment building.
The morning air stung against my skin, a bitter reminder of the night I left behind. Sleep had danced just outside my reach, teasing me with moments of rest but never truly settling in.
Today… I had to see Lorenzo.
My mind was a storm of questions and betrayal… but beneath it, all was a desperate need to look him in the eyes and ask him everything I hadn't been brave enough to face.
I walked briskly, hands buried deep in my coat pockets, heart thumping like war drums beneath my ribs.
I had tried calling him over and over but all I got was the hollow echo of his voicemail, his voice was too calm, too familiar, repeating like a slap each time.
"Leave a message."
A thousand emotions clawed at my throat, none of them capable of being crammed into a thirty-second recording.
