GIOVANNI'S POINT OF VIEW

I left her room, but I couldn't get the image of her lying there, looking so small, out of my head. My hand could still feel the warmth of hers.

What the hell am I doing?

I paced back and forth in my room for an hour before giving up and going downstairs.

If I couldn't rest, I would at least do something productive.

The kitchen was silent; the servants had already retired for the night. I turned on the lights and began taking ingredients out of the refrigerator.

I was h