A man who expected betrayal because it was all he had ever known. A man who would give everything for love…
…and yet would never deserve it. He slid into bed and shut his eyes, willing his body to surrender to sleep, even if his mind refused to follow.
For a while, he just lay there. But eventually, exhaustion won. Sleep came—but it brought no peace with it.
His dreams were anything but calm. They came in fragments. Faces he loved—turning away from him.
Veronica walking away without looking back. Marco standing still, watching him fall but not moving to help.
Even Nonnina was leaving. In the dream, she didn't say anything. She just looked at him with sadness in her eyes… and turned away.
Luciano's chest tightened painfully even in his sleep, his body reacting as if it were real. He tried to call out.
Tried to move. But like all nightmares, he was stuck. Left behind. He tossed and turned. The sheets twisted around his body.
