When Giovana woke up, the sun had not yet risen. The day was slowly brightening outside. She got up slowly, this time feeling better, and went to the window. She pulled aside the curtains to watch the sunrise. He sat back down on the bed and stared up at the sky, which was gradually brightening and bringing the first rays to his face. She closed her eyes and remembered Antony. She heard the door to his room open and then close. After that, there was a brief silence, and then his hurried footsteps moved away until she heard nothing more. The further she got from him, the better. She let out a long sigh when she realized that her heart didn’t agree with that decision. While she was changing, she heard a knock on the door. She covered herself again, imagining that it might be Antony, but Tania’s voice dispelled all fear and all hope, too. “Good morning, ma’am,” she was careful to close the door behind her, “do you want me to bring your breakfast up here, or will you come down and ha
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