Breakfast

Sienna’s POV

Lorenzo’s head was heavy on my lap, but I did not mind. His weight anchored me, kept me still in a way I rarely allowed myself to be. My fingers slid lazily through his hair, soft strands catching between them. The rhythm soothed me. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe in a room where silence was not threatening but calm.

Fiammetta sat nearby, quiet as always. She did not s