The sun hasn't risen yet.
The sky behind the blinds hovers between ink and indigo. A fragile in-between. Like me.
I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand.
Tomorrow, at dawn.
These words loop endlessly. They haunt me. They terrify me.
I lift my eyes toward the door. Behind it, in the neighboring room, Léo still sleeps. His gentle breathing lulled me all night.
Mila, though, stayed awake. I heard her pacing, pausing, starting again. Her anxiety vibrated through the wall.
I close my eyes.
Leave.
Abandon everything.
Léo. Mila. Myself. Far from this chaos.
Far from Alessandro.
I drag a hand over my face. My palms are damp, my heart pounds so hard it sickens me.
Lorenzo promised an escape. A way out. Safety.
But at what cost?
What if I'm wrong?
A noise snaps me from my thoughts.
The door cracks open. Mila.