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Seven years. For a town this small, that was supposed to be long enough for people to forget. It wasn't. The familiar High Street stretched out before Luca Sala exactly as he'd left it, almost stubbornly unchanged. Only Luca had changed. The restless young man who had run from this place leaving a trail of broken hearts had been replaced by someone harder to read. At thirty, he carried himself with quiet confidence, every movement smooth and deliberate, the kind that came from knowing exactly who he was. Heads turned. Of course they did. Conversations faltered as recognition spread from one face to the next. "...Is that...?" "It can't be." "Luca Sala?" He caught the whispers without looking directly at anyone. A corner of his mouth lifted. The attention didn't bother him. If anything, it amused him. He met a few lingering gazes with the faintest hint of a smile, offering neither explanation nor apology. The truth was, he hadn't come back for the town. Not for nostalgia. Not for forgiveness. Somehow, no matter how far he'd gone... One person had always found their way back into his thoughts.