The photograph slipped from Alessandro's hand and fell onto the desk as the knock echoed through the room.
He didn't move immediately as he was irritated.
For a moment, he remained where he was, his jaw tight, his gaze still fixed on nothing in particular as memories pressed against his thoughts. His sister's absence had never stopped feeling like a wound that refused to close, and today, it felt just like a fresh wound.
Alessandro's expression hardened instantly.
He didn't need to see her to know exactly who it was.
Bianca.
The name itself left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He bent slightly, picking up the photograph before setting it back properly on the desk with much. Then, without another thought, he walked toward the door and unlocked it.
The moment he stepped into the hallway, he saw the woman.
