Emilia's POV
I feel Luca's arms tighten around me as we reach the bottom of the stairs. My heart pounds against my ribcage, threatening to burst through at any moment. I didn’t plan on coming back down to meet my parents and confront them on their divorce once more. When he sets me down, I grip his hand like it's my only lifeline. He calms me down and even though he might not know it, I’m grateful for him being her for me.
The living room falls silent as we enter. Mom sits rigid on the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap and her eyes fixed on her lap. Dad stands by the window, his brows furrowed and a frown on his face, finally turning to look at me with red-rimmed eyes. Natalie and Henry huddle together on the loveseat, looking smaller than their teenage years would suggest. Th
