The sunlight filtered through the large bay windows of the breakfast room, casting golden patterns on the polished mahogany table.

Annabelle sat across from Cathy, her heart light as she watched her sister take in the spread before her.

She tried not to think too much about the fact that Dante was still not back yet.

She had bitten her tongue many times to stop herself from asking Angelo if he had been gone all night because she had woken up so early to catch up with him, but he was already gone that early.

She was sure she didn’t hear any sound of a car leaving that morning.

And...