I didn't sleep. I spent the rest of the night sitting in the guest room, staring at the closed door, imagining Leon's face.
l wish l could see him even asleep but I didn't have the courage to overstep Luca's conditions because he's already angry at me.
The morning was even more stressful because l didn't know what to think or say.
Would he be angry? Confused? Would he even remember me? I finally dressed in a simple, soft sweater and jeans, pulling the collar high to hide the exhaustion and anxiety etched on my face.
The sun was barely up, filtering pale light through the frosty windows, when I heard small footsteps padding down the hall above. My heart leaped into my throat.
I walked quietly to the living room. Luca was already there, leaning against the fireplace, sipping coffee. He
