Da Te — Corro

He didn't reach for his car keys or check the bus schedule. He laced up his well-worn running shoes, the familiar ritual grounding him in the urgency of the moment. He burst out of his apartment, his heart a drumbeat against his ribs.

“I’m here,” he panted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I ran.” Corro da te

He knelt beside her, taking her hands in his. “I told you, Giulia. Corro da te. Always.” He didn't reach for his car keys or check the bus schedule