15. Matteo

Matteo

Three days Later

Icrack open the door to find it’s still dark. “I bought you coffee from your favorite café. Do you want a sip?”

Her voice cracks, as broken as her heart no doubt. “I don’t feel like it. Sorry.”

“Come on, Dove, you have to eat and drink.” I’m begging, I can hear it in my voice, but still, it gets me nowhere.

“I don’t think I can.”

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