By the time I pulled up to Luca’s estate, Monica was already gone. I wasn’t surprised—it was late, and she’d probably finished her cleaning for the day. That meant I was on my own with the unpacking, which was fine. I didn’t mind the solitude. It gave me time to think.
I spent the next hour unpacking my things, taking my time to arrange everything just the way I wanted. The second master bedroom was beginning to look more like mine with every box I emptied, though it still didn’t feel like home. Once I was done, I sat on the edge of the bed and realized how hungry I was. I hadn’t eaten since lunch, and the rumbling in my stomach reminded me of that fact.
I wandered downstairs to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat. But when I opened the fridge and cabinets, I wasn’t surprised to
