ADRIANA'S POV
I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. His words kept echoing in my head like a broken record that refused to stop.
"You're leaving…"
I couldn't bear it anymore, I stood up from the bed and sat up, a light sheen of sweat across my forehead.
I needed to get some water. It was around 2am already and Vincenzo hadn't stayed in the room.
It almost felt like he was avoiding me and didn't want to talk to me after dropping that bombshell on me.
I had expected it. I had expected his final decision to be me leaving but it didn't make it any better to hear. I still felt like shit.
With a sigh, I pulled the covers away, my legs lightly touching the floor as I struggled to find my footing.
"You're leaving…" the words came tumbling into my mind, and this time, I groaned, burying my face in my hands. I needed to get myself together.
He had said I was leaving, okay. But when?
