Serafina’s POV
I did not mean to press play.
The video was already everywhere. It floated through phones and televisions and whispered conversations in cafés where people pretended not to care but leaned closer anyway. I told myself I would not watch it. I told myself I had seen enough of Luca losing control.
But curiosity is quiet and patient.
It waits until you are alone.
I sat at the small table near the window in Matteo’s apartment, the curtains open just enough to let pale afternoon light spill across the floor. My tea had gone cold beside my hand, untouched. My phone lay face down for several minutes before I finally turned it over and opened the clip.
The screen filled with Luca’s living room.
I recognized the marble.
The tall windows.
The sharp echo of a voice that used to
