The air still smelled like smoke and dust as Lorenzo stood over the wreckage, Matteo held close against his side, his grip firm and unshaken.
“Can we go home now?” Matteo asked quietly, his voice small after everything.
“Yes,” he said as they walked to the car.
Lorenzo looked down at him as his eyes flickered with softness for the first time in forever. But his tone carried something darker beneath it because “home” didn’t mean safety anymore as long as Marco was still breathing.
Inside the car, Lorenzo sped back into the glittering city of Milan with his grip firm on the stirring wheel. Matteo had fallen asleep in the backseat, all the exhaustion from the night had finally claimed him.
His small body curled slightly, unaware of the storm still building around him. Lorenzo drove in s
