The moment Nico came home, I knew something was wrong. I heard the front door slam, a sound that echoed through the house like a gunshot. My heart stuttered in my chest, and I moved toward the hallway, desperate to see him. But before I could even take a step, Luca appeared, his large frame blocking my path. His hand came up gently but firmly, pressing against my arm to stop me.
“Not now, Grace,” he said, his voice thick with exhaustion. His eyes softened just a little, but his tone told me everything I needed to know. “It’s not a good time.”
I froze, staring at him, my mind racing. "What happened? Is Nico okay?"
Luca sighed, glancing toward the direction of the office where Nico had gone. His expression said it all: things had not gone as planned. "The meeting with Marshall didn’t go w
