I stopped outside Leo’s door, hesitating for just a second. My hand hovered over the handle before I finally turned it, stepping quietly inside.
He was sitting on the bed, propped up by pillows, the faint light from a bedside lamp casting shadows across his sharp features.
When he looked up and saw me, his lips curved into that soft smile—the one he never showed anyone else. “Mi amore,” he said gently, voice husky from the late hour. “Did you enjoy your evening?”
I felt the lump in my throat before I could even answer. My eyes stung, and suddenly all the gratitude, all the love I had been holding inside, rushed forward at once. “Leo,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Thank you. You… you have no idea how much I needed this. Seeing them… seeing her… Gabriella…”
I trailed off, tears welli
