Luca POV
I had never been good at saying thank you.
Words felt too small when they mattered, and too easy when they did not. Over the years, I had learned to show appreciation through actions instead. I paid people well. I remembered birthdays. I sent gifts. I solved problems before anyone had the chance to ask. It was simpler that way because money, schedules, and practical solutions were things I understood, while emotions had always felt like a race with no clear finish line.
That morning, however, none of my usual methods seemed right.
Riley had stayed awake beside Sophie for hours, even before I returned home. She had kept my daughter calm, called the doctor, remembered every instruction, and refused to leave even when exhaustion was written across her face. When she finally fell
