Chapter 8

Arrival in Venice

Venice, what a beautiful city! Its landscapes make me forget this nightmare that I am living. Her beauty is the reason that brings a smile to my face as a limousine takes us to Lucas's house. "Can you imagine living here?" he asks me, and I must turn to see him.

I look at his face and try to figure out what that question means, but I can't understand him.

"The place is beautiful, but no. I love my city; I love its warmth, the sea, and being close to my father," I say firmly and turn my gaze to the window.

I can't allow him to take me away from the only thing left of my life. That is not an option.

"What a shame," he says, and I don't even want to look at him. I'm afraid he might convince me of something else.

I don't understand what he meant by that, but I prefer to avoid asking him. I have already understood that he will never answer any of my doubts.

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