Tosca -

Luca touched her hand. “Scarpia is in the audience.”

Flavia had sung the role of Tosca a hundred times. She knew every jealous flash of the eyes, every trembling pianissimo. But tonight, the dress rehearsal was different. Every note felt like a premonition. Luca touched her hand

Flavia’s hand trembled. She thought of the stage, of the high parapet at the Castel Sant’Angelo where Tosca leaps to her death. But this was not opera. There was no orchestra to cue a last-minute rescue. every trembling pianissimo. But tonight