The Cruel Truth

Vincenzo's POV

I stood there long after the gates closed.

The dust from the tires settled slowly against the gravel. The engine noise faded. The road curved out of sight.

And still, I didn’t move.

It felt like something had been physically removed from my chest. The Villa was quieter without them. Not peaceful. Just empty. It didn't feel like home without them. No place ever would.

Bruno approac