Giulia

I looked at him, a little hesitant, but I knew he was right. There was something special in that place, a sense of confidence that encouraged me to open my heart. "Bernardo, when I was 12 years old, my father was murdered. It was a traumatic event that shook my life."

As I spoke, the memory of that rainy night returned to my mind. The drops hitting the windows, the sound of thunder echoing on the horizon and the fear that settled in me at that moment. The rain has become a trigger for my painful memories.

Bernardo listened carefully, without interrupting. His expression showed understanding and empathy. "Giulia, I'm very sorry for what you went through. Losing a loved one in such a tragic way is something that leaves deep scars. How have you dealt with this trauma over the years?"

I sighed, looking at the floor for a moment before answering. "I tried to move on, build a new life. But there is always this latent fear, this feeling that tragedy can happen at any time. And the rain... th