Giovanni’s POV

Three days later.

Mia had already left the country, and the house felt heavier without her around. I sat on the couch, staring at my phone for what felt like the hundredth time, calling Gray’s number again. No answer. My chest tightened with every passing second.

“Mitchell,” I finally muttered, my voice sharper than I intended. “Why isn’t he back yet?”

She sighed, like she’d been holding that breath for a while. “He must be… very busy.”

“Busy? At this ...