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next day, Sandro picked me up in a black SUV driven by Matteo. We drove in comfortable silence until the city fell away and a hospital came into view.
My stomach dropped.
“Sandro.”
“Trust me.”
He led me not to the main entrance, but to a newer side building made of glass, steel, and light.
The sign over the entrance read:
The Vitale Foundation Center for continue reading …
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