Luciana's POV

The tray in his hands slipped, clattering onto the ground with a wet, sickening thud. His mouth hung open, his eyes narrowed, battling disbelief. The shock mirrored in my own expression. I hadn't prepared to see him again—not after our split, not after the night he betrayed me. Yet here he was, staring, eyes wide.

“Luciana?” he called again, his voice a ragged, almost inaudible whisper.

I instantly burned the shock from my features, squaring my shoulders. “What are you ...