The smell of pizza filled the car as I drove home. My fingers tapped against the steering wheel, my mind restless. I was looking forward to seeing Giulia. That was natural. Right?
But it wasn’t just that.
Since Isabella arrived, the evenings at home had become different. Lighter. Less silent. Giulia smiled more, talked endlessly about the games and little routines they had created in just a few days. And me… well, I was trying not to think too much about it.
When I parked in the garage, I paused for a second before getting out. What was I doing? It was just dinner. Giulia would be happy with the pizza and go to bed early. Isabella would finish her shift and head to the guest room.
Routine. Like always.
I opened the door, and the sound of laughter echoed through the living room.
— Dad
