Lia’s pov

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, creating a warm radiance throughout the apartment. The scent of coffee and something sugary filled the air—likely the cookies Luca had demanded to make earlier. Lia was seated at the kitchen table, casually browsing a magazine, yet her thoughts were elsewhere. Facing her, Dante was perusing the newspaper—rather, feigning to. His fingers tapped on the table, his gaze absent. “You're fidgeting,” she remarked, putting down ...