*ADELINE*
As I lay there in the soft embrace of the bed, surrounded by the heady aroma of blooming flowers, I could hardly shake the sleepiness that clung to me like a thick fog. But beneath the haze, a sharp awareness stirred within me, battling against the dull throb at my side. It was almost as if my body was indulging in its own little rebellion, trying to keep me nestled in the cocoon of warmth. My thoughts raced despite the lethargy. Where was I?
Vincenzo. The name crawled out of my parched throat—a croak that hung in the air like a whispered prayer. And just as the sound escaped my lips, I felt a familiar presence slide into focus. His silhouette darkened the threshold of the room, and soon enough, he was right there beside me, concern etched into the lines of his face. I blinked
