Luca's POV
I heard her phone buzz from the kitchen.
I was making eggs. Aria was on the counter supervising with the focused authority of someone who had opinions about heat levels, and I was genuinely following her instructions because she was usually right.
Maya appeared in the doorway.
She had her phone and the expression she wore when something had arrived that needed to be sat with.
"Rosa found a letter," she said. "From Emilio. Never sent." She looked up from the phone. "She wants to send it to us."
Aria looked between us. "The ring lady's grandfather?"
"Yes," I said.
"What does it say?"
"We don't know yet," Maya said.
"Can I hear it?"
Maya looked at me.
I looked at her.
The specific look. The one that had become its own shorthand. This one said what you think and meant i
