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“How strange…”
Eurydice laid on Leone’s back.
Even stranger: Leone still slept.
Bruno let him snooze.
“I’ll make your breakfast, Eury! Come!”
But she didn’t.
Two minutes passed, and Eurydice flew down the stairs, meowing desperately.
She ignored her bowl.
Her meows were not the hungry kind—they were eerie, like she needed something.
She pulled Bruno by the hem of his pyjama trousers.
“What is it, Eury?” he had the intuition to ask.
Leone was convulsing.
When he came to, she tucked herself under his arm, purring.
“What a good girl,” Bruno cooed between sobs.
Had she predicted this…?