Goodbyes and Poisons

ARYA’S POV I stayed in my room long after Giovanni left, staring at the door he had walked through like it might offer some explanation for what had just happened. He had taken the phone already and I wasn't comfortable with it. What would he do about Marco? The anxiety built in my chest, making it hard to breathe. I forced myself to move and do something normal. I had just finished brushing my damp hair when Matteo knocked on my door. "Mrs. De Santis? May I come in?" "Yes," I said, setting down the brush. He entered with his usual stoic expression, but something in his eyes looked almost... apologetic? "Your family is departing today," he said. "In approximately two hours. Mr. De Santis has arranged for transportation to take you to the hotel to say goodbye." It felt like the ground had been taken from underneath me and I gasped. "What?" I stood up, my legs suddenly unsteady. "They're leaving already? But they've only been here a few days. They were supposed to s