Chapter 67: A Night of Questions

The night seemed endless. I sat on the edge of Léo's bed, my fingers entwined in his soft curls as he slept peacefully, far from the turmoil tearing through my mind. The revelations of the day haunted me, every word from Anna and Paolo's letter echoing in my head like an incessant refrain. But what troubled me most were the details Alessandro had shared about our meeting. Details that seemed so vivid, so real, and yet… I couldn't connect them to my own memories.