Maya's POV
We drove to Brooklyn in the late morning with Aria in the back seat narrating the city to Gerald, whose carrier was buckled in beside her with the seriousness of a passenger.
Luca drove.
I sat in the passenger seat and watched him drive and thought about the word over and how strange it felt in his mouth. Too clean for something that had been this complicated. Like calling the ocean calm because the surface had stopped moving.
But underneath the strangeness, it was true.
Isabella's visitation motion was withdrawn. Romano cooperating. Gabriella is in protective custody. The federal case proceeded without us at the center of it.
Over.
I looked at Luca's hands on the wheel. The specific way he drove. Relaxed but attentive. He drove the way he did most things. Like someone wh
