Sophia's POV
The past few days, Vito had been acting strange. I couldn't put my finger on what exactly was different, but something was off. The way he looked at me during meals, like he was studying me. The random questions about my college days. The way he'd pause before responding to things I said, like he was weighing my words for hidden meanings.
It was making me nervous as hell.
This morning he'd asked me to remind him about my graduation thesis topic. I'd fumbled through some vague answer about Renaissance art influences, but his eyes behind those dark glasses had remained unreadable. The whole conversation left me feeling like I'd failed some test I didn't even know I was taking.
I needed to get out of the house. Clear my head. Stop jumping at shadows.
I picked up my phone and
