The room was quiet, except for the ticking of the clock in the corner. Leonardo stood by the window of his office, his phone still in his hand. He looked outside at the city lights shining like stars caught in glass.
He’d just spoken with the doctor.
“I was just about to call you, Mr. Gold,” the doctor had said.
“Marco picked up the results himself not too long ago.”
Leonardo had thanked him, promised to be in touch, and ended the call with a cold finality. His thoughts spiraled. He knew the child was Gianluca's but he just wanted to be sure.
There was something deeper threading its way beneath the surface.
A knock tapped softly on the door.
Leonardo turned. “Come in.”
The door opened and Luca stepped inside. His usual calm presence was replaced by something… distant. Detached. Hi
