They brought Marco home two days later.
The house had changed in their absence — not dramatically, but Mia noticed it immediately upon walking in: Rosa had been busy, the specific quiet busy of someone who understood what a family needed without being told. The kitchen smelled like something had been cooking for hours. Fresh flowers — from the garden, Mia recognized the gardenias — were arranged in the entryway.
Victor was there too, having flown down the moment he'd heard, sitting in the living room with Lucia, both of them rising the moment the door opened.
"There he is," Victor said, crossing to look at the small bundle in Dante's arms. He looked for a long moment, and Mia watched the same thing happen that had happened with Charlotte — the brief speechlessness, the specific quiet of
