ANTONIO POV

The house had taken eleven months to build, and I had visited it more times than I could count, standing in empty rooms imagining furniture that hadn't arrived yet, walls that hadn't been painted, a life that hadn't started yet but that I could already feel taking shape in the bones of the place, the way you can sometimes feel a storm coming before the first cloud appears on the horizon.

I'd started the project before Amy ever knew about it, back when I'd told myself it was simply a smart investment, another property to add to a growing portfolio, another asset to diversify the empire I'd spent...