The house was silent in an annoying way when l got home. I walked through the front door, the click of my heels echoing on the polished wood.
I felt different than I had when I left this morning. The time spent with James and my father had acted like a mirror to my own life, seeing their broken attempts at being a family made me realize that I didn't want to be the one holding the hammer over mine even though I decided I wouldn't forgive immediately.
Luca was out on the balcony, leaning over the railing as if he could find the answers to our problems in the headlights of the cars far below.
He was wearing a thin grey sweater, and even from the doorway, I could see the tension in his shoulders.
I didn't say anything at first. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water
