Se connecterThe family portrait remained on the mantel till the next morning, nobody had moved it or suggested putting it away. It simply stayed there, leaning slightly against the polished wood as though it belonged right where it was.Lorenzo found himself looking at it several times throughout that day.At first, he told himself it was because of Matteo's interpretation of their reality. Marco looked perpetually angry. Isabella's hair was bright purple for reasons nobody could explain and Andre had appeared taller than any human being had the right to be.But Lorenzo knew that wasn't the real reason.His attention kept returning to the figure standing near the edge of the drawing. Lucia. Matteo had included her without hesitation or asking any uncertain questions. The boy had simply drawn her where he believed she belonged.With them.The simplicity of it was unsettling. Children had an irritating habit of running directly through problems adults spent years building around themselves and he
The discovery of the graduation clipping still stayed with the house way after the conversation had ended. The following morning, nobody really said much about it and yet its presence was still felt, it lingered in the pauses between conversations over breakfast and even followed Lorenzo through the villa like a shadow he couldn't shake off his back. For years, he had believed that whoever was absent felt indifferent but after the series of discoveries these past months, the recent sketchbook had finally challenged the belief and pointed toward a truth he was finding difficult to ignore. Lucia had watched but not closely enough to return or at least leave a knock on the door but just close enough to know all she needed too and the realization unsettled him because a part of him wanted to reject it but the other part could no longer deny what was right in front of him. The woman he had spent years resenting had apparently spent those same years quietly following aspects of his life
The photograph remained on the dining room table as several people including the household staff couldn't help but steal side glances at it. Marco tried to identify the building in the background. Andre studied Lucia's handwriting while Isabella spent nearly an hour turning the photograph over in her hands, repeatedly reading the message written on the back. In the end, nobody could determine exactly what place Lucia had been referring to and the mystery lingered into the night.And by the following morning, the photograph had reignited everyone's curiosity. All through the past weeks, the family had been trying to piece together fragments of Lucia's life but it felt like every conversation seemed to reveal something new and every memory exposed another part of a story that none of them fully understood.Now that the photograph popped up, it felt like another missing piece and that meant that if one forgotten item had survived all these years, then there was a chance that others ha
Matteo's question still lingered in the room long after the conversation ended, nobody rushed to rescue Andre from it or answer for him because they also wanted to understand what it actually felt like. Eventually Matteo had been sent to bed and he didn't leave without hugging Andre and reminding him that he still hadn't received an answer.Andre had laughed at that but Lorenzo had noticed that for the rest of the evening, his brother had grown quieter, not uncomfortable or upset, he was simply thoughtful as though the question had awakened memories he usually would allow himself to remember.The following morning, Lorenzo found him sitting alone on the terrace overlooking the vineyard when Matteo had left for school, with a mug of coffee resting on the pavement beside him. The liquid had long since gone cold because Andre appeared more interested in the view than the drink. Lorenzo stood there for a while before he took an empty chair to sit down beside him. Neither man had spoken i
The conversation from the previous evening lingered long after everyone, even Andre, had gone to bed. Lorenzo found himself thinking about it the following morning while standing on the terrace with a cup of hot coffee in his hand. The vineyards stretched across the landscape beneath a pale sky, still carrying traces of dawn. Somewhere beyond those rows of vines were the places Lucia had stood. The thought returned to him repeatedly, refusing to leave.She had come back again and again. Not once. Not twice. Dozens of times.And each time she had turned away, that realization made it difficult to hold on to all the old certainties he already has. For years Lorenzo had built explanations around her absence because they were easier than questions. Anger was easier than uncertainty. Resentment was even way easier than wondering whether someone had been suffering just as much as he had.Now those explanations were beginning to crack. When he entered the dining room later that morning, he d
The image remained frozen on the monitor long after the recording had ended. Everyone stayed exactly as they were, nobody seemed eager to move. The security officer eventually glanced toward Marco, silently asking whether he should continue reviewing footage, but Marco shook his head but there was no point, they had already found what it was looking for. Lucia had been there, over and over again, year after year and somehow that truth felt heavier than any of them had expected. The security room slowly emptied out as the evening settled over the estate. The monitors were switched off one by one until only a single screen remained illuminated. Lorenzo stayed back longer than everyone else, staring at the last frozen frame before finally following the others back to the main house. Dinner that night was unusually quiet, even Matteo seemed to sense that something had changed. Normally he would have filled every silence with stories about school, Bruno's adventures, or whatever new
Early the next morning, on Marco's orders, security footage was pulled up and reviewed. Marco, now certain that there was definitely something going on, approached the task with the same relentless determination he brought to every problem because if Lucia had truly been near the estate for as long
The map became the most talked-about subject in the villa although not openly for the next coming days, it lingered in the background of every conversation all the same. Even Lorenzo still found himself thinking about it at the strangest moments, while reviewing reports in his office and walking t
For the rest of the morning, the photograph stayed resting in Lorenzo's pocket all day. Isabella was so dumbstruck she could barely say a word, she just put it in his hand, turned around and walked away. He should have left it in the study or probably put it back into Dante's box where it had been
The villa had finally grown quiet although not completely quiet. That never happened anymore, especially not with Matteo living under the same roof. Somewhere down the hallway, Lorenzo could still hear the faint sound of a cartoon playing from a tablet that had supposedly been confiscated an hour a







