Valeria's POV
After Elliot had his ice cream, we all settled into a warm conversation. The conversation moved from the dining table to the living room, Elliot sprawled on the floor with his tablet while the adults drank coffee and munched on cookies.
"Remember that summer we tried to build a treehouse in your backyard?" Luka asked suddenly, his eyes twinkling with laughter.
I couldn't help but smile at the memory. "Your mom nearly had a heart attack when she found us twenty feet up the tree."
"Twenty feet is generous," Isabella interjected from her armchair. "You were maybe ten feet up at best, but it felt like twenty when I saw you two dangling there."
"We thought we were so clever," I continued. "We spent weeks planning it, and drawing blueprints like actual architects."
"The blue
