LEONARDO

The study was extremely quiet and a little bit cold, which was weird, actually. The study was never cold. There was a book in my hand, and I could barely understand a single word written in it. I tried to focus, but all my attention was on something else entirely, on two things so far away.

I slowly placed the book down, leaned back against my chair, and just stared at the ceiling. The house felt completely empty without Alexander and Isabella in it. It was too silent, too… large.

I felt so tempted to go to Italy, to take the next flight and escape this empty feeling, but...