Alessia's Pov
“It’s not your fault,” she said softly, stroking my hair. “You’ve always been my priority, Alessia. I’d do it all again if it meant giving you a better life.”
For a moment, the room was silent except for my quiet sobs. Then my mom pulled back slightly, her tear-streaked face softening as her gaze shifted to Luca again.
“And this one,” she said, her voice lighter now. “He looks like he’d do anything to protect you.”
I sniffled, wiping at my face as I followed her gaze. Luca stood silently by the window, his arms crossed and his jaw tight. Despite his usual composure, there was a flicker of something raw in his eyes—something protective and fierce.
“He does,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
Luca stepped forward then, his voice calm but firm. “Mrs. Morreti, I
