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CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE
VINCENZO
She was taking longer than expected, and my worry grew with each passing minute. When I entered the room, I found her on the floor, her face etched with misery and tears streaming down her cheeks. Seeing her like this twisted something inside me.
"Anya, why is it that every time I see you, you're in tears?" I asked, concern filling my voice as I knelt in front of her.
"It... hurts so...much." She looked at me with eyes filled with pain, trying to speak but struggling to find her words amid her sobs. I felt a pang in my chest, a deep empathy for her suffering.
"What hurts?" I asked, placing a hand gently on her arm. Her pain felt like mine, a shared burden I wished I could lift from her.
"Here, it hurts here," she managed to say, clutching her chest as if trying to physically contain the emotional turmoil within her.
"Anya, what's wrong?" I felt a knot of unease forming within me, a sense that something truly distres
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