Two years... it felt like an eternity. As we all sat around the dining table, with Silvio as always beside me and Dad along with Olivia on opposite sides. Micah sat beside me with Dante to his left. None of us said anything when Alfred served us.

I kept stealing glances at Dad and Olivia now and then, still shaken up and shocked. But as much as I looked at them, my heart filled with wholesome joy.

“How are you, Dad?” I asked, my voice betraying the shock that still lingered. He looked up from his plate, his green eyes briefly met mine before he bobbed his head.

“I’m fine…the...