Luca's POV

I strolled into the living room late the next morning, my feet dragging sluggishly on the tiles. I didn't need to look in the mirror to know I was a mess. I could tell already from the way I walked and especially from the fact that for four days now, I had been unable to sleep.

Sleep stung my eyes, gluing my eyelids together, blurring my vision. I saw only in monochrome, black and white, sleep stealing the colors away.

I almost hit the dining table as I walked past it for the ...