A shift so slight most people would miss it—the rhythm of footsteps around him subtly breaking pattern. He lifted his eyes from the glowing screen of his phone, a cold unease settling deep in his chest.
The old square of San Belluno was alive with its usual afternoon calm. Sunlight washed over stone walls and café tables.
People drifted past one another without thought. And yet, in that instant, Matteo felt the air tighten, as though the city itself had drawn a breath.
His daughters were no longer walking.
They were sprinting.
Not clumsily. Not searching blindly.
Not calling out in fear. They ran with smooth certainty, coats lifting behind them as they crossed the plaza with effortless direction—slipping between pedestrians, skirting a violin case on the ground, dodging a flock of pigeons, and veering instinctively toward a solitary figure seated near the fountain.
“Girls!” the caregiver shouted, panic cracking her voice. “Stop—please!”
Matteo shouted their names, his heart pounding violently, his voice swallowed by the open space.
They did not slow.
They ran straight into the arms of an elderly woman with silver hair and weathered clothes, embracing her with absolute confidence.
“Grandma,” they said together, smiling.
He froze, his mind refusing what his eyes were showing him. His daughters—diagnosed blind since infancy, raised in a world of sound and touch—stood calm and focused, faces lifted toward a stranger they somehow recognized.
The woman held them gently, her arms trembling with restrained emotion.
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