Luca’s Pov

Luca had always possessed an ability to notice. It wasn’t always the big stuff—the way Dante's jaw muscles tightened up if he got lost in his thoughts, or how softer his smile became if he looked up at him. No, it was the little stuff, the shifts in mood, the currents that insinuated their way between words. Lately, something felt different. At first, he didn’t think much of it. Perhaps adults always got serious and quiet and mired in their world of things they didn’t ...