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She fucking left.

Angelo’s POV

The nursery was a tomb of silence, broken only by the soft, ragged gasps of my son. Luca’s tiny fists, balled in frustration, scrubbed at eyes swollen and red-rimmed, his mouth a trembling bow of pure, unadulterated sorrow. He didn’t understand goodbyes, not yet. Hell, I was a grow...