Lia’s pov

The home was gradually taking shape. Bit by bit, box by box, they were getting comfortable. Lia was in the kitchen, unpacking dishes and arranging them in the cabinets. The tempo of it—unpacking, arranging, clearing space—was soothing. It was a type of task that needed little contemplation, only a calm feeling of intention. She could hear Luca and Dante rearranging furniture in the living room behind her. Well—Luca was primarily in charge, and Dante sighed occasionally, but ...