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I take one deep breath. I push the door open.

Gia is everything.

She’s my queen.

She’s my future.

She’s the love of my life.

If I have to spend every day for the rest of my life making that future happen for us, I will.

And that future starts now.

As long as I can convince her.

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GIA

For the first time in what feels like forever, I wake up in a familiar bed.

With familiar surroundings. Familiar smells.

And a familiar shape lurking in the chair in the corner.

“Watching me sleep is pretty creepy, you know,” I grunt at him.

Sal shifts. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine. Wasn’t feeling bad,” I mutter.

Except for the fact that I crashed, slept for around sixteen hours, woke for approximately five seconds to pee, then fell back asleep again.

It’s been nearly a full day since we got back to New York.

So no, I’m not feeling well. Not by a long shot.

But I’m not quite ready to let Sal know that either.

I’m still recovering from the mad dash out of Brazil.

There was, of course, the whole situation with Marisol. Marisol, once we landed in New York, asked to be put on a plane to Florida.

Her kids were there.

Her dad wouldn’t find her, she assured us, if she was with her mom in Fort Lauderdale.

I hadn’t been a fan of the idea, but I also didn’t want to say anything against her. I gave Marisol my number, then watched her head right back onto the plane.

“She doesn’t want to see Dino,” Elio had murmured.

I was inclined to agree.

From there, we went back to the house. Then, of course, the sleep.

Now, I’m here, in my room.

And Sal is just lurking.