Luca’s pov

I once believed that tales had definite conclusions. That after the terrible moments ended, after the villains disappeared, everything would fall into order. However, life doesn’t work that way. The past doesn't vanish simply because you wish it to. It remains, like a murmur in the depths of your thoughts, anticipating your attention. I can't explain why I recall things I ought to forget. I’m unsure why certain locations seem familiar to me even though I’ve never been ...