~ELENA~

The rest of the day feels like walking through a graveyard. Everywhere in the house is tense, silent, simmering and emotional.

No one raises their voice. No one argues. But the tension is everywhere…..thick, oppressive, brushing against my skin.

Vincenzo moves around the house like a storm contained in human shape….controlled, tense, unreadable. But I see the way his jaw flexes every time he accidentally catches sight of me. I see the way he changes direction the second he hears Nico’s or Riccardo's footsteps approaching.

He’s avoiding conflict. He’s also avoiding his brothers.

We should all stay in our rooms. I feel it's better that way if we want...