I slowly descended the stairs that morning, my fingers brushing against the carved wooden banister. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and for a moment, I had the illusion that everything was normal.
Alessandro was already up, sitting in the living room, deep in a hushed conversation with Matteo.
He immediately looked up at me as I entered.
"Buongiorno, mia anima," he murmured, rising to his feet.
Matteo paused and nodded at me before averting his eyes, as if he knew this moment wasn't his to intrude upon.
Alessandro walked over to me and, without giving me a chance to say anything, slid his hands around my hips to pull me close.
"Did you sleep well?"
His warm breath brushed my temple as he placed a soft kiss below my ear.
"Yes," I replied softly.
That wasn't entirely true. I had tossed and turned in bed more than once that night, haunted by my thoughts.
But I knew he could already tell.