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The breeze off the ocean was unusually cold for a spring morning in Portugal. Elena stood at the balcony of their home, wrapped in Alessandro's old cashmere sweater, watching the horizon. The sea, usually her sanctuary, felt different today. Restless.
Alessandro had sensed it too. He hadn't said a word, but the way he held her last night-the tight