The Dead Do Not Stay Gone

Emilio's Pov

Two months is a strange length of time. Long enough for a house to forget the sound of one man’s footsteps, but not long enough for the ache of his absence to dull. The world decided Donato was dead with the kind of finality that felt cruel in its neatness. Papers were signed. Reports were stamped. Names were carved into cold stone. Doors were closed gently, like softness could soften