Luca’s POV

The house remained quiet, but in no ill way, only in a different manner. The quietness after a storm. I sat on the steps in front, staring towards the sea in the distance. The waves lapped in rhythm, and the breeze pushed the smell of salt towards me. The smell made me think of change. Inside, I could hear whispering between Dante and Lia. I made no attempts to overhear, but heard bits and pieces of what they were telling each other. Moving on. Letting go. Letting go, something ...