Chapter 142
Two days
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She barely spoke, barely are, barely redved
It was like someone had taken the core out of her and left sehind the pur max p
Her parents hovered constantly, so did my thother and munt. Egen Metamer we weather a nothing seemed to be working. Griet homg over the home we eva The
I suggested a counselor for Alessia that thotting
“A psychological specialist” I said carefully while utting at the edge of wered Shine the exe
Alessia didn’t even look at me. “I don’t want to talk,” she and farly
“It might help”
“There’s nothing to help,” she murmured, her gaze fixed on the ceiling
“It’s gone,” she whispered after a moment.
There was the word again. Gone,
I’d been spoon-feeding her meals because she refused food from anyone else I didn’t know why Way the one who carried her that day. Maybe because she clung to the one constant the had lef
Or maybe because guilt binds people tighter than love sometimes.
That evening, I sat beside her again with a bowl of soup
“Just a little,” I said quietly.
She opened her mouth obediently, swallowed, but her expression remained empry
After a few bites, she turned her head away. “I’m tired”
“You’ve been tired all day.”
“I don’t sleep,” she whispered and there was something in her voice that unsettled me deeply. I lie there. I tur things.”
“Hear what?”
“My baby,” she said softly. “Crying.”
A cold wave passed through me but I shook the feeling away, focusing on her instead. “That’s just your mand.’ I sad gessly
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men and her eyes looked distam
“Life feels empty,” she said. “Like serpone turned the color off. I feel alone:
My chest tightened.
“You’re not alone.” I told her firmly. “You have your parents. You have me. You have my family.
She nodded slowly, but I could tell she didn’t believe it.
“Alessia.” I said, leaning forward slightly. “You matter. This isn’t the end of your life.”
She didn’t respond, simply turning her head away.
After dinner, I tucked her into bed like she was fragile porcelain, pulled the blanket up, smoothed her hair back.
“I’ll check on you later,” I said.
She didn’t reply.
I waited until her breathing evened out before leaving.
I found Isabella in the sitting room.
She looked up when I walked in.
“How is she?” she asked softly.
“Worse,” I admitted.
I sank into the chair opposite her. “She says she feels alone,” I said quietly. “Like the world has no meaning.”
Isabella’s eyes filled immediately. “No woman should ever have to feel that,” she whispered, pressing her hands together.
“I can’t imagine the pain,” she said. “To feel something growing inside you and then-”
She stopped, swallowing thickly.
“I hope no one ever has to go through that.”
The sincerity in her voice was raw.
“Maybe you should check on her once more before sleeping,” she added gently. “Just in case.”
I nodded.
“I will.”
I didn’t know then how much that suggestion would matter.
The house was quiet.
Everyone had retreated to their rooms.
I climbed the stairs slowly, not wanting to wake anyone unnecessarily.
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openeil Alessia’ deor quietly.
The bed was empty.
For a second, my brain refused to process it.
She hadn’t left this room in days, not even once.
“Alessia?” I called softly.
No answer.
My heartbeat picked up.
The bathroom door was open. Empty.
The lights were off except for the faint glow from the balcony.
I stepped outside.
She was sitting in one of the chairs.
Head tilted slightly, still.
For a moment, relief washed over me. She must have come out for air, must have fallen asleep.
“Alessia,” I said quietly, approaching.
She didn’t move, so I bent down, reaching to lift her gently.
That was when something rolled under my shoe.
I looked down.
A pill bottle.
My stomach dropped.
I picked it up. They were sleeping pills and the bottle was empty. Completely empty.
No.
No.
“Alessia,” I said sharply, shaking her shoulders.
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