The morning light sliced through the half-drawn blinds of Lorenzo’s office like a blade, cold and unforgiving. The shower hummed from the adjoining bath—Lorenzo under the scalding spray, trying to burn away another sleepless night. Matteo could picture it: water pounding over tense shoulders, steam thick enough to choke on, his cousin standing motionless with...
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