(Third person pov)

The heavy silence of the living room was broken by the rhythmic thud of footsteps descending the grand staircase. Hailey, still clutching the leather-bound photo album, lifted her head. Her neck felt stiff, and her eyes were dry from staring at the grainy image of Santino..

Lorenzo appeared at the base of the stairs. He stopped for a split second, his expression one of genuine startle. He hadn't expected to find her sitting there in the dim afternoon light. But, true to his ...