Leona pov
The room felt colder after he left.
Marco didn’t speak.
Neither did I.
I watched him, trying to read his face, but there wasn’t much there. He looked calm on the surface, but I’d been around him long enough now to know when he was boiling inside. And right now, his whole body was screaming tension even though he hadn’t moved.
I walked down the staircase to meet him where he was still standing. I wanted to ask if he was okay, but the words got stuck somewhere in my throat. It felt like we were both frozen in that heavy silence left behind by his father.
My fingers tightened a little around the edge of the couch. Something about that phone call kept echoing in my head. Tools. Playing. That wasn’t normal talk. That wasn’t someone planning a business dinner or a party.
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