The side lamps lit the room, the warm glow of the bedside lamp casting soft shadows on the bedroom walls.
Leonardo opened the door quietly, not wanting to wake Elena—only to find her sitting up in bed, a book in her hands. Her eyes were fixed on the pages, but the way she absently traced the book with her thumb told him she wasn’t really reading.
She looked up when she heard his footsteps. “Hey, babe,” she said softly.
“Hey,” he replied, shrugging off his jacket and placing it neatly on the chair. “Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, holding up the book with a small smile. “So I’m keeping myself busy.”
He walked closer, noticing the faint tiredness in her eyes despite her smile. “How was the meeting?” she asked, her tone cautious, as though afraid of the a
