Hope again

Lorenzo’s POV

The smell of coffee always starts the day in this house. It spreads through the kitchen before the sun even gets high. Donato sat beside me at the of table, already dressed laid back, black hoodie and joggers, his eyes steady on his phone one second and on his plate the next. Emilio leaned back in his chair, hair still damp from the shower, sipping his coffee like it was the only thi