The tunnel became impossibly still after Lorenzo spoke.
How old is he?
The question itself was simple and almost harmless but Isabella felt it hit her harder than gunfire ever could.
Lorenzo stood motionless beneath the dim tunnel light, his eyes fixed entirely on her now. He lowered the gun in his hand unconsciously…letting his focus narrow to one thing only.
The child and his son, Matteo.
The same boy he had carried through blood and chaos without hesitation began to look more like him with every passing second now that he allowed himself to truly see it.
The child in Lorenzo’s arm moved, sleepily and frightened from exhaustion, his small fingers curling against Lorenzo’s shirt.m, that tiny movement nearly broke something inside Isabella and Lorenzo reacted protectively like it was
