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“Vattene,” he said, his voice hollow. “Prendi le tue cose e vattene.”

When the front door slammed shut, the silence returned, heavier than before. Matteo picked up his whiskey glass again. He didn't drink. He just looked at the empty vase on the table where she had been arranging the lilies. The flowers were already wilting, their petals drooping, turning brown at the edges. Just like everything else she had touched. moglie bugiarda