**Stefano’s POV**

A soft sound came from the doorway, like a slight scuff of a shoe against the floor. I forced my heavy eyes open and lifted my head from the edge of the chair; my body felt heavy. For days, I had barely moved from this spot, staring at the space where Martina used to sit, surrounded by the silence of a house that no longer felt like a home.

I saw her.

I stayed frozen on the floor, afraid to move or even breathe. Was I dreaming? Was my mind finally breaking from the massive ...