The hallway of Neravalle cracked with white light that illuminated the path.
As Natalia walked this path with Vittorio, she felt less tense than before.
Sure he didn't say a word. But she felt everything in the unsaid language.
Maybe she just understood him. Or maybe it was her delusional mind trying to cope with the idea she understood him.
Bottom line, he didn't need to speak to her for her to know that he actually felt sorry for her.
Guilt gripped her in a chokehold, causing her to reminisce about the day.
If she hadn't gone out with Daniela, perhaps, none of this would have happened.
Vittorio suddenly stopped walking. "We're here," he said.
She paused, and looked up at him, and then to the side. She saw the door. The only thing that separated her from her friend.
"Thank you for bringing me," she said sincerely.
"It's not your fault," he said, just as she was about to open the door.
Natalia stopped, her eyes watering. "Su-re," she tried to say, but she choked.
