When Rhea woke up that morning, she had a bit of a throbbing headache. Maybe it was the red wine she had last night to help her calm her thoughts about her argument with Adrian or the weird encounter she had with Luca at their home bar.
A frown settled on her face as she pushed herself up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The house was eerily silent. Something felt different today.
She reached for her phone and checked the time. 10:12 AM. She had slept longer than usual, which meant no one had woken her. Usually, she would hear people moving around, Luca’s wicked laughter, Marco’s voice in hushed tones, or the sound of car engines outside. But today, there was nothing.
Slipping out of bed, she stood, wrapping a robe around herself. Her steps were careful as she walked toward the window,
