It’s been a few days since we arrived in California, and Stefano has been working tirelessly to uncover who is responsible for the devastating warehouse fire. I took some time off work to be by his side, offering support and assistance in any way I can. But despite my best efforts, Stefano has been coming home late each night, spending long hours at the office.
As I lay in bed, I toss and turn, finding it impossible to drift off without the comforting warmth of Stefano’s arms around me. It’s surprising how quickly I’ve grown accustomed to his presence, to the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling me to sleep.
Restless, I climb out of bed and pad downstairs, thinking a glass of warm milk might help soothe my racing thoughts. But as I descend the stairs, I freeze, hearing unfamiliar voic
