Alessandro's phone fell softly onto the desk, barely bouncing on the polished wood. His gaze remained fixed, hard, his features taut with restrained rage. I stood frozen, my hands clasped tightly in front of me without realizing it. Nina's voice still echoed in my mind, every word dripping with malice and a venom I knew all too well. Nina… my former friend. The one who had once shared my daily life, my secrets, my joys. And now, the one who seemed determined to take everything from me.
Alessandro ran a hand over his face and then spoke, his voice low and heavy: "A place tied to your past…" He seemed to be thinking aloud, each word carefully weighed, each detail analyzed like a piece of a puzzle he was desperately trying to piece together.