Ariana's POV

The room was quiet, too quiet the kind of quiet that made your own thoughts sound like screams.

I sat curled up on the edge of the bed, staring out the narrow window that overlooked the side of the inn. The rain had stopped, but the glass still held the residue of the storm. A few cars passed every now and then. A bird rested on the lamppost.

But I didn’t see peace in any of it.

Just distance.

Just silence.

And him.

Leone.

I missed him more than I wanted to ...