AARÓN CONNOR

ITALY

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I can’t turn back now. Night has fallen once again over Tropea like a heavy, dark, dense blanket—loaded with promises I can’t take back. The sky looks clean, no trace of the moon; it’s as if she didn’t want to witness what’s about to happen. It’s a sign. A sign that it’s time to go for her—for my little cupcake… Violet.

I’ve always been proud, above everything and everyone. But now, I don’t want that anymore. I can’t keep being that kind of man when I know now how much it hurts to lose something so real, so sweet, so fragile like her.

“I don’t want you going to that place alone, little wolf,” her voice arrives before her footsteps. I slowly turn around and when I look at her, I realize I already knew she wouldn’t listen.

No one ever does, so she doesn’t bother hiding her presence either. That’s just how Grandma Rossi is—our eternal matriarch. With a presence that commands respect, a gaze that pierces souls and silences lies.

Her hair is white, glowing u