CHAPTER 91

LUCAS'S POV

Night had fallen over the Tuscan valley, wrapping the rolling hills in a deep, peaceful blue. A cool mountain breeze moved through the cypress trees around our villa, carrying the faint smell of crushed olives, wild thyme, and warm earth.

In the quiet nursery upstairs, Jaydon was fast asleep in his broad wooden bed, with his small hands curled around his wooden sailboat, and his breathing slow and even.

I stood by the doorway for a long moment and watched my son sleep in complete safety before I softly closed the heavy wooden door. I thought, not for the first time, how strange it still felt...