Coming home

Vincenzo's POV

Bringing her home felt wrong.

The villa, which had been warm and loud just days ago for Rocco’s birthday, now felt hollow. Every sound echoed. Every footstep felt too loud against the marble floors.

Silvia walked beside me slowly, supported more by my arm than her own strength. She was pale, and fragile, smaller somehow.

Her parents followed behind us in silence.

No one spoke durin