Chapter Seventy-eight

In Andrea's large living room, Elena knew that she had to talk to Andrea about what was bothering her in mind. She needed him to understand what she had in mind since it was his house she was staying in.

Sitting on a plush sofa, Elena nervously fidgeted with the hem of her dress as she spoke. "Andrea," she began softly, her eyes searching him for understanding, "I've been thinking a lot lately, and I really want to go see my mother."

Andrea's expression changed, concerned with laced lines on his forehead. He leaned back against the armrest of his armchair, contemplating her words. "Elena," he replied gently, his voice tinged with caution, "I understand that you miss her, but you have to consider the dangers involved."

Elena's eyes brimmed with a mixture of longing and determination. "I know it's risky, Andrea," she admitted, her voice quivering slightly. "But it's been so long since I've seen her, and I can't shake off this feeling that time is slipping away. I want to be there for he