Luca had taken up his perch on the back patio, partially to avoid the scent of hormones that had quickly filled the villa after his brother had disappeared to his bedroom, but also to keep watch of the tree line just in case the trio of unwanted guests circled back.
So far, nothing.
Just silence. Stifling silence.
He’d taken to flipping through a book. Or diary, of sorts. Among Paola’s art he’d found her journal and in it were detailed recipes, drawings of wildlife, and a few poems she’d taken a liking to. One picture in particular caught his eye. Early in the journal, tucked neatly between the pages was a sketch of all three Rosario brothers, Theron standing between the other two, his arms tossed over their shoulders. That’s how it had been, back then. While Luca had always been comp
