Lia’s pov

The afternoon was peaceful, sunlight streaming through the windows in golden rays. Dante perched on the porch, observing how the leaves moved gently in the wind, while he listened to the faint buzz of the town. This type of tranquility still felt odd. Luca was in the yard, his joyful laughter echoing as he tried to create something using the leftover wood that Dante had saved from the garage. Lia was indoors, bustling around the kitchen, the subtle noise of cabinets being opened ...