Chapter 56

Clara

Golden morning sunlight filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a glow on the woman and the little boy bent over the marble counters. Leo perched on his stool, his lower lip between his teeth as he watched Valeria Lucchese expertly roll dough across the floured countertop.

In the doorway of the kitchen, I bit back my own smile at the sight. It was undeniably adorable and heartwarming.