Lia’s POV

Lia was unaware of how long she had been holding her breath until she finally entered the house. Their home. As soon as her feet passed the threshold, a sense of calm washed over her, akin to the last piece of a puzzle fitting perfectly. The area remained vacant—lacking furniture, devoid of decorations, merely open space and serene potential. Yet, even when empty, it still seemed distinct. It seemed like it belonged to them. She turned around, looking back at Dante. He stood ...