Lia’s POV

Not even during the evenings when they had ultimately found a sense of normalcy—when the ghosts of their past appeared distant, almost ignored. This silence was different from all others. It was not calm. It felt tense, stretched too far, as if something burdened them, ready to break. Lia stood in the kitchen, grasping a hot cup of tea, but she barely felt the heat against her skin. Luca remained seated at the table on the opposite side, his shoulders drooping, staring at his ...