Luca’s pov

The home seemed altered. The silence was not serene—it was the sort of stillness that saturated the atmosphere before an event unfolded, something unavoidable. Luca had been attempting to overlook it, to act as if everything was fine, yet it adhered to him like a shadow. The heaviness of Elena's words still weighed on his heart. You already know. She stated it so plainly, as though it were a truth. And perhaps it was. Perhaps he had realized from the beginning that this was ...