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Aching To Touch Her Again
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2025-02-06 12:00:29{GIOVANNI'S POV}
**I watch her walk in, and for a moment, it’s like time stalls.I didn't expect to feel this unsettled.I’ve been away for so long, over five months. Yet the moment that girl… Ingrid? Ingrid… the moment she steps into the room, something inside me shifts.She’s bigger, fuller than before. Makes me wonder, has she put on weight? I swallow the thought, I push it down. But a nagging feeling tugs at me. I can’t help it. My first instinct? Fuck, I hope she’s not pregnant.I push the thoughts aside and force myself to focus, to keep my cool. The girl’s always been good at making me second guess myself, but I can’t let her have that power anymore.Then Cara, damn it, Cara, the brave lady, gets up like it’s nothing. She practically throws herself at Ingrid, hugging her. The little girl follows suit, wrapping her arms around Cara as they hug.“This is my younger sister,” Cara says, trying
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{INGRID'S POV}**It's been just a week, a week of Cara drowning herself in an abyss of sorrow, brokenness and co fusion, and the estate already feels heavier now. The walls are carrying secrets I hadn’t noticed before. Really. It’s strange; how a place can shift without changing. The bricks are the same, the chandeliers cast the same golden glow, but the weight in the air has thickened. It lingers in the way people move, in the pauses before they speak.Everything in this house has always belonged to the D'Avi family from decades ago, bearing the name of the current Don, Don Edmondo. And that name should be stamped into every crevice, but it isn’t. Now, it feels like it belongs to Lavanda.Her voice lingers in conversations she's not even supposed to be a part of. Her shadow stretches down the halls and everywhere.I see it in the way people look at her. They measure their words, adjust their postures. All in fear of her, no more Cara. They move differently when she’s in the room.
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