Lia’s POV

The house was silent, but sleep was impossible. Luca’s breathing was slow and steady against my chest; his little body curled into mine as if he knew that letting go wasn’t an option. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Antonio’s smirk, the barrel of his gun, the terror in my son’s face. It replayed over and over again, a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. I tightened my arms around Luca, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. I had promised him he was safe now, but ...