I had a beautiful dream. I was back on the ice, but I wasn't falling. I was skating with Luca, and Leon was between us laughing, there was no Gary, no scandal, and no broken bones.
When I blinked my eyes the sunlight was lighting the bedroom, but it didn't feel warm. It felt harsh.
Luca was already sitting up but he wasn't looking at me. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me with his shoulders hunched and e was holding his phone in his hand.
The silence in the room was terrifying. It wasn't the peaceful silence from yesterday. It was a cold, heavy and silent, the kind of silence that comes right before a building collapses.
"Luca?" I whispered. My voice sounded small and dry.
He didn't move. He didn't turn around. "Did you know?"
His voice was a low, dangerous rumb
