THIRD PERSON:
The iron gates of the Salvatore estate grind open as Yara comes to a halt in front of them. The guards peer into the car, and once they are certain she is Diane, they let her in seamlessly. She doesn’t dare look them in the eye, keeping her gaze fixed on the rearview mirror until she pulls into the expansive parking lot.
The mansion stands tall in front of her. Seeing it brings a heavy wave of nostalgia rushing back to her lungs. It hasn’t changed, yet she can’t wrap her head around how much Dante has. Yara parks Diane’s car, steps out, and grips the bag containing the medications she needs.
She walks gracefully to the front door. A guard opens it, and inside, Boyle stands in the long corridor leading to the living room. He has aged more than the last time she saw him; his
