Dante’s POV

The morning was tranquil, with sunlight pouring through the kitchen window, creating gentle golden designs on the countertops. Lia leaned against the sink, mixing her coffee, while she relished the soothing buzz of movements in the house. Luca's giggles resonated from the living room, blending with the calming sound of Dante's voice—serene and comforting, as he narrated the imaginative tale their child had crafted. Its embrace surrounded her heart like a delicate yet valuable ...