Valentina's POV
I pushed the key into the penthouse door the next morning with my hand steady even though my chest felt tight, because I only came to collect a few things; clothes, the small plant, nothing more.
The living room was dark with the curtains still closed and a glass lying on the floor near the couch, whiskey dried into the carpet underneath it.
I walked down the hallway with my steps making soft sounds on the floor, and I stopped.
Leonardo stood in front of my room door and he looked wrecked, his hair messy, his shirt wrinkled half unbuttoned and his eyes red and tired with dark circles sitting heavy underneath them.
"Valentina," he said, his voice coming out rough and carrying none of the calm CEO control I had spent two years knowing.
I stopped a few feet away. "I ca
