Lia’s pov

The sun was going down, spreading a warm golden glow throughout the apartment. It promoted a sense of ease and tranquility in everything. The scent of newly laundered clothes and the vanilla from the cookies she and Luca had baked earlier filled the atmosphere. Lia was at the sink, cleaning the final dishes. The soft murmur of the city outside merged with the soothing noises within their house. In the living room, Luca sat on the carpet, turning the pages of his book, his tiny ...