Luca's POV
I looked at the photograph for a long time.
Rosa at the edge of the frame. Not posed. Not aware of the camera. Just looking at the man in the center of the image with everything, she felt completely unguarded in her face.
The way you look at someone when you think nobody is watching.
I put the phone down.
Maya was still close. She hadn't moved back after the kiss and I hadn't created distance and the kitchen felt smaller than its actual dimensions in the specific way rooms do when the person you want is standing near enough to touch.
"She came eventually," Maya said.
"Yes."
"After sending the ring back."
"Yes."
She looked at the phone. "I want to know what changed her mind."
"I could ask Rosa."
"Don't." She looked up at me. "Some things should stay inside the story t
