Chapter 3
Years passed.
Mr. Moretti kept his promise.
We moved into a beautiful house. I attended the best schools. I wanted for nothing.
But Marco... Marco changed the most.
He was thirteen when it happened. Fourteen. Fifteen.
He stopped being arrogant. Stopped being cruel.
He watched me. Always.
At first I thought he hated me. That seeing me reminded him of his own foolishness.
But one afternoon, when we were sixteen, he found me in the garden.
"Anna," he said.
I turned.
"You saved my life," he said. "And I've spent every day since trying to be someone worth saving."
He looked at me seriously.
"My father says you are our guardian angel. I think he is right."
I felt my face grow warm.
"I just tripped," I said quietly.
Marco smiled.
"Some trips are meant to happen."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Inside lay a delicate silver star.
"My father gave this to me," he said. "He said to give it to the person who gave me my life."
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He placed it in my hand.
"Thank you, Anna. For everything."
