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My footsteps were soft, a silent retreat from the intimate bubble we had created.
I glanced back one last time, my heart aching with conflicting emotions, before I walked away and headed to my room.
As I stood in the familiar bedroom, surrounded by the remnants of a life once lived, conflicting emotions surged within me.
It was time to leave Dante's house.
My role as his father's live-in nurse had come to an end with Salvatore's passing.
I carefully packed my belongings, folding each item with a mixture of precision and nostalgia.
The room, once filled with the energy of life, now felt empty and hollow.
It was bittersweet, knowing that my presence was no longer required, yet struggling with the weight of the memories I had created here.
A wave of melancholy washed over me as I walked through the hallways for what would be my last time.
The memories I had created in this house were engraved in my mind, intertwined with a sense of duty that had kept me rooted by Salvatore's side.
But now, that duty had reached its conclusion, and it was time for me to leave.
As I walked towards the door that would lead me out of the Cortini mansion and Dante’s life, a mixture of gratitude and sadness settled in my chest.
I had been privileged to be part of their lives, no matter how brief they had been.
Salvatore's heart attack had brought us together again after three years, and now, his death was separating us.
Just then, I heard a series of footsteps and turned to see Dante standing behind him, half-dressed.
"Angela, you can't go," he pleaded, his voice laced with desperation and determination I had never heard before.
His eyes searched mine, begging me to reconsider.
"I won't let you walk away from me. I allowed it the last time, but I won’t allow it to happen again this time."
Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked into his intense gaze.
The love that radiated from him was so strong that it felt tangible, but so was the danger that lurked within his world, threatening to consume everything we held dear.
"Dante, I can't stay," I replied, my voice trembling in a mix of sadness and determination.
"I can't expose our son to the risks and dangers that come with your family's involvement in the mafia."
He took a step closer, his features etched with a mix of frustration and anguish.
"I understand your concerns, Angela, but I can't bear the thought of losing you. I’ll find a way to keep you safe, to protect our family."
A surge of conflicting emotions washed over me.
The love I felt for him was undeniable, but so was the weight of responsibility and the need to shield our son from harm.
I couldn't ignore the reality of the world Dante was a part of.
Dante stood before me, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and desperation.
"Dante, I can't stay here," I pleaded again.
"I can't put our son at risk. The mafia world is dangerous, and I can't bear the thought of something happening to him."
