Lia's POV

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting gentle golden shades on the walls. Dante perched on the bed's edge, his hands clasped together, elbows resting on his thighs. He awoke before dawn, as usual, but today he stayed indoors. Hadn't gone for a cigarette. Hadn't occupied himself with something merely to stay active. Rather, he remained. Lia remained nestled under the blankets, her breathing even, one hand lying close to his side as if she had sought him out in her ...