Chapter 130 Charity

Mariama's eyes fluttered open, the Sicilian sun piercing through the cracks of a worn-out window. For a moment, she forgot where she was, her mind still clouded by the events that had led her to this unfamiliar place. As she tried to sit up, a sharp pain shot through her side, a brutal reminder of Oscar's betrayal. "Where am I?" she muttered, her voice hoarse and unfamiliar to her own ears. The sound of church bells echoed in the distance, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air. Mariama stumbled to the window, wincing with each step. Outside, a quaint Sicilian town sprawled before her, its narrow cobblestone streets winding between old, sun-baked buildings. A knock at the door startled her. "Miss? Are you awake?" a gentle voice called out in Italian. "Yes, come in," Mariama replied, her Italian slightly accented but fluent. An elderly woman entered, carrying a tray with a steaming cup of coffee and some bread. "Good morning, dear. I'm Mrs. Rossi. Father Paolo