Isabella's world was a haze of pain and confusion as she slowly began to regain consciousness. The throbbing in her head was relentless, pounding in time with her heartbeat, and her body felt heavy, as though every muscle had been weighed down by invisible chains. Her eyelids fluttered open, her vision blurry as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.
The room around her was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. It took her a moment to recognize where she was, but as the fog in her mind began to clear, a familiar sense of dread settled over her. She was back in Enrico's room, the place she had come to associate with both comfort and terror in equal measure.
A dull ache radiated from her temple, and she could feel the bandages wrapped tight
