The maids exchanged concerned looks. Something was off. Krystal had delivered Lorenzo’s meals every day—rain, snow, heat. Once, drenched in a storm. Another, walking through a snowstorm in sandals. Now, she passed them without a word. No mention of dinner. No check-ins. Just silence. Minutes later, a loud thud echoed down the stairs. She descended, dragging a large suitcase. “Mrs. Moretti, are you going somewhere?” a maid asked gently. Krystal nodded. “I divorced your boss. I’m leaving. I only t