After some time, Lucia came down the stairs.
She struggled to lift her bags down the stairs, her usually composed demeanor breaking under the gravity of being caught in betrayal.
Her movements were slower than usual, and she faded down, avoiding eye contact with both Franco and Chloe.
She stumbled slightly as she approached the bottom step, letting out a soft, exasperated sigh. Franco was quick to move toward her, grabbing one of the bags from her hand without a word.
Chloe, who had been silently watching from the edge of the living room, moved to help with the second bag. She avoided eye contact with Lucia, her expression resolute. She didn’t need to say anything; her actions spoke for her. Together, they walked Lucia's bags to the door with none of them saying anything.
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