~Alessia~
The door slammed behind me, my heels clicking sharp across the foyer as the air pulsed with tension. Lorenzo stood in the living room, jacket discarded, eyes filled with exhaustion and raw frustration.
"You ignored all my calls," he said, stepping forward. "We can't fix anything if you keep running."
I dropped my bag on the console, jaw tightening. "Running? I'm trying to breathe, Ren. That clip and everything... none of it makes sense anymore."
"Because it's fabricated!" He raked a hand through his hair, pacing once. "Someone is targeting us, and you walked straight into their trap!"
"Don't twist this," I shot back, chest burning. "I begged for the truth and you shut me out. If you had nothing to hide, why weren't you honest from the start?"
He stopped, anger flickering beneath his worry. "Because I was dying, Alessia. Literally, I didn't want to load you with more fear."
