Later that night, the villa was enveloped in an almost oppressive silence. The wind whispered softly through the trees in the garden, casting shifting shadows on the stone walls.
Mila and Leo were peacefully asleep, and Teresa had retreated to her quarters. But I couldn't find sleep.
I stood by the glass doors of our bedroom, my arms instinctively wrapped around my rounded belly. My thoughts were spinning, too restless to let me drift off.
Behind me, I heard the faint rustle of fabric and the soft murmur of Alessandro's footsteps. He was there, as silent as ever, but his presence warmed the air around me.
— Mia anima, you should sleep.
His deep, gentle voice resonated in the room, sending a shiver through me.
I didn't turn around right away. I stared at my reflection in the glass, observing the man behind me. Shirtless, his black pants resting low on his hips, his muscles tense from fatigue and the weight of everything he carried.