(Nevio’s POV)

Silence.

That’s all there was in this goddamn house lately. Not peace. Not quiet. Just this… eerie, choking silence. The kind that wraps around your throat and squeezes like it’s got a grudge.

I sat in my study, staring blankly at the newspaper I wasn’t reading. Pages open, eyes glazed over. My mind wasn’t in the room. It was pacing the floorboards. Regretting. Wondering. Waiting.

She wasn’t here anymore.

Ariana.

The only thing I ever got right in ...