Lokie hummed her favorite song softly under her breath, the melody a fragile thread of calm as she carried the weight of the day on her shoulders.
The night air clung to her skin, cool and heavy, but she had chosen to walk instead of hailing a taxi. Each step on the quiet pavement gave her a few precious minutes to breathe, to let the chaos in her mind settle before she faced the house again.
She reached the door, her fingers brushing the cool metal handle. With a quiet click, she pushed it open, stepped inside, and eased it shut behind her. The latch caught with a soft finality. When she turned around, the living room stretched before her in dim lamplight—and there he was.
Enzo sat motionless on the couch, like a statue carved from shadow and stone, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on not
