A quiet night covered Johannesburg, the city lights glowing softly beneath the dark sky. Inside the Valerio home, however, the night was anything but quiet. A tiny cry suddenly echoed from the nursery. Elena slowly opened her eyes. Before she could move, Adrian had already sat up in bed. “I’ll get him,” he whispered, still half asleep but determined. Elena smiled tiredly. “You said that last time too… and then you fell asleep in the chair.” “That only happened once,” Adrian insisted quietly as he walked toward the nursery. Moments later, the sound of Luca crying softened. Adrian gently lifted the baby from the crib. “Hey there, little man,” he murmured softly. But Luca continued crying. Elena entered the nursery a moment later, wrapping her robe around herself. “Maybe he’s hung

