Eleonora stood still in the middle of the cemetery, surrounded by the aura of the quiet night. Beside her, Vittorio stood, his seriousness etched onto his features. A sense of apprehension coursed through her, and she finally turned to face her husband, her nervousness palpable.

“What are you doing, Vittorio?” She asked, her voice trembling.

Vittorio approached her, gripping her arm and pulling her closer. “I'm giving you a reason to miss,” he replied, his voice a whisper ...