Serenity
The hours after Luca left were thick with uncertainty. My heart pounded in my chest, a constant reminder that something was broken, something that wasn’t going to be easily fixed. The weight of the silence in the penthouse pressed down on me, heavy, oppressive, like the walls were closing in, and I was trapped in a life I didn’t know how to escape.
I tried to distract myself, tried to lose myself in the art, in the mess of paint and colors, but my mind wouldn’t let go of the conversation, of the photo, of the merger, of the truth that Luca was still keeping from me. Every stroke of the brush felt like it was pushing me further away from the truth, from the man I thought I knew.
But it was in those moments, when the brush was still, that I couldn’t escape the nagging feeling tha
