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Dalia's POV
I didn't know what it was about surviving an explosion that gave me an unfathomable thrill. I had seen lots of them, even caused two other explosions in my life but they were all tests at the safe house. The adrenaline I got from surviving the last one put more determination into my veins.
My goals were focused, my mind much clearer like I'd drunk a gallon of the world's strongest energy drink. I was on cloud nine but as the hours went by, my body had begun to drag. I guessed it was temporary because now sat at the dinner table, my head in my hands as I waited for Faye to bring Vittore down to eat.
We'd cooked mushroom risotto, some Italian dish that Faye had just taught me. She said we'd do lasagna next time which I looked forward to. The food looked great, the wonderful aroma and my stomach rumbled with the need to eat. I wondered what was taking Vittore and Faye so long.