Luca's POV
Tuesday dinner at Elena's was different this time, not in the atmosphere. Elena still cooked too much and Aria still arrived with an agenda and the apartment still had the specific warmth of a place that had held people well for a long time.
What was different was us.
Maya sat beside me at the table and her shoulder was against mine, and she didn't adjust away from it and Elena watched that with the specific attention she gave to things she'd already decided about but was now confirming.
I'd brought the house plans.
Elena had asked. I brought them. Not the full architectural drawings, the working sketches I kept. The ones with my notes in the margins and the measurements and the crossed-out decisions and the revised ones beside them.
She spread them on the table after dinn
