Lia’s pov

The home was silent, enveloped in the type of tranquility that arrived solely after dark. Lia was seated on the couch, her hands gripping a mug of tea that had already turned cold. The soft buzz of the refrigerator and the far-off chirping of crickets outside were the sole sounds occupying the area. Dante has not returned to bed yet. She was not surprised. Considering all they had experienced, finding rest was not always simple for him. For both of them. She exhaled gently, ...