Lia’s POV

The day was long but fun. When evening fell, the apartment was shrouded in silence. The kind of quiet Lia was still learning to have faith in. She settled onto the couch, tucking her legs beneath her, watching Dante as he perused the newspaper, his expression unreadable. Luca sat at the kitchen table, sketching in his notebook, entirely engrossed in his own little world. "Still pretending to read the news?" Lia teased in a playful manner, smiling. Dante looked up, untroubled. "I ...