Ariana's POV

The house was too quiet. Too painfully quiet.

I stood at the top of the stairs, staring at the long corridor that led to his room. My bare feet sank slightly into the soft carpet, and my fingers trembled as they grazed the banister. Every breath I took felt like a betrayal. My chest ached, hollow and heavy, like my heart had gone missing and all that was left was this guilt this shame I couldn’t outrun.

Leone was stabbed because of me.

I knew it wasn’t confirmed. No one ...