LORENZO’S P.O.V.
As I stood in the doorway of what had now become Leo’s room, I couldn’t help but think about Isabella. Even though we shared a bed, she had an unusual attachment to this room. If she wasn’t in our room then she was here. She would sit cross-legged on the bed with a book in her hands. I could almost see her smiling up at me whenever I found her. I refused to change a thing about the room after she left but looking at it, I decided that I was going to. I didn’t want to be plagued by those memories while trying to interact with my son.
Leo was seated on a chair while Matteo helped him with his tie. He was adamant about not having anyone touch him when I brought it up and I couldn’t help but smile because, in that moment, he reminded me so much of myself. Even as a child, I
