39. Photographs

Valerie lay on Antonio’s bed, the soft sheets enveloping her in a cocoon of warmth. She closed her eyes, letting the quiet of the room seep into her bones. The events of the past few days had left her drained, both physically and emotionally.

As she lay there, feeling the rise and fall of her own breaths, a restlessness began to stir within her. She knew she should be resting, as Nonna had advised, but the stillness only seemed to amplify the unease that gnawed at her insides.

With a cautious glance towards the door, Valerie sat up slowly, glancing around Antonio’s room.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Valerie rose from the bed and began to explore the room.

He probably would hate her snooping around like this, she thought to herself. But she knew nothing about him, and she wanted to know more.

Valerie’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the details. She walked over to the dresser and lightly touched the first drawer.

She really shouldn’t, she thought, taking he hand off it for a