The smell of burnt coffee mingled with the low hum of conversation in the university study room. ...

The smell of burnt coffee mingled with the low hum of conversation in the university study room. Sara and Gioia, as they did every day, had taken their usual table in the most secluded corner, two plastic cups in front of them. “I can't take it anymore,” Gioia blurted out, breaking the silence. Marco's ring was on her finger, but she was twirling it nervously. “I have to leave him.” Sara sipped her coffee, her eyes wide. “Leave Marco? But you've been together forever. Luca and I... I couldn't ev