Nayana
I try to hold in my tears as I sit alone in the wide living room, hugging my knees on the couch like it’s the only thing keeping me together. Romano left a little while ago after he gently explained and apologized, telling me that if it weren’t for his health, he would have stayed with me until Leo got back.
But now the house feels too big. Too quiet. Too cold.
My mind keeps imagining the worst possible scenarios, my father dragging Max out of that wooden house, Aunt Bianca screaming, everything falling apart while I sit here uselessly.
I bury my face in my hands and take slow breaths, but my chest won’t stop tightening. My heart is beating so fast it hurts. What if Leo himself is attacked there? I force the thought away before it breaks me completely.
Just then, the front do
