Fabrizio’s POV
The house is quiet as I walk through the front doors, but there’s a heaviness in the air that I can’t shake. It feels different. Everything feels different now. The weight of what’s happening presses down on me with every step I take, but it’s not just the weight of the business, the violence, or the decisions I’ve had to make. It’s her.
Tabitha.
I’ve been running from this—avoiding it, distracting myself with work, with anything else—but now, as I stand here, knowing she’s just upstairs, there’s nowhere to hide. I have to face it. I have to face her.
My footsteps echo down the hallway, the sound almost too loud in the silence. The staff moves out of my way without a word, their heads lowered, their eyes never meeting mine. They know better. They’ve learned that when I’
