Morning came quiet.
The sun was weak behind the gray clouds.
Sofia sat with Elena in the living room, talking softly over tea.
The sound of the gate opening broke their words.
They both looked up.
Moments later, Lucian walked in.
He was in a black shirt, sleeves rolled, his face calm but serious.
Elena stood. “You’re here early.”
Lucian said, “I needed to see you.”
Sofia got up quickly, a bit tense. “Good morning, Mr. DeLuca.”
Lucian gave a small nod. “Good morning, Sofia. Sit.”
Sofia sat back slowly, her hands folded.
Lucian turned to Elena. “How do you feel?”
Elena said, “Better. Having her here helps.”
Lucian nodded once. “Good. That’s why I called her.”
Sofia tried to smile. “Still feels strange being here.”
Lucian sat across from them. “You’ll get used to it. You’re sa
