Dante’s pov

Dante lingered outside, with his hands in his pockets, observing how the soft morning light spread over the tranquil street. It was tranquil here—overly tranquil. It disturbed him. Lia and Luca remained inside, completing their breakfast. He heard them through the ajar window—Luca speaking excitedly, Lia chuckling gently in reply. It was a noise that ought to have comforted him. Rather, it made him aware of how significantly things had transformed. To what extent he was ...