Dante’s pov

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the yard, while golden beams filtered through the branches of the old oak tree. Dante stood with his arms crossed, watching the progress they had made on the treehouse. The foundation was secure, the first beams installed. It wasn't much yet, but it was still something. Luca, perched on a lower branch, gazed down at him with a smile. "I think we're performing really well." Dante smiled. "Do you think that way?" Luca replied with ...