Three long days had passed.The grand black gates of the Ricci estate never opened.
And Rafael Romano...Never moved.
From sunrise to sunset...From the cold nights to the scorching afternoon heat...
He remained standing before the fortress.
Like a silent promise.
Like a man refusing to abandon the only hope he had left.
His expensive black suit had become wrinkled.His beard had begun to grow.
The dark circles beneath his eyes had deepened.He barely touched the food Noah brought him.He barely drank any water.
Every few minutes...
His eyes instinctively lifted towards the mansion.
As though expecting to see her walking through those gates.But they never opened.
On the third morning...
Noah walked towards him carrying another bottle of water.
"Rafael."
No response.
"Drink something."
Rafael continued staring at the gates.
"No."
Noah sighed heavily.
"You haven't slept."
Silence.
"You haven't eaten."
Still silence.
