_Luca’s POV_I stared at the food on my plate, my appetite completely gone.I pushed the eggs aside with the edge of my fork, more interested in the silence than the food. Matteo sat across from me, chewing like he was grinding through bone instead of toast.I had told him to quit it so many times but he just ignored me. Nico was to my left, quiet. Barely even touched his food since he sat there. My eyes shifted to the empty chair. Her chair. She hadn't come down still. I didn’t care.I didn’t.Matteo finally spoke. “Where’s Amelie?”I didn’t even look up.That seat had been vacant all morning. I’d noticed. Of course, I had. She was hard to ignore—even when you wanted to.Especially when you wanted to.But I said nothing.I just kept slicing through a sausage I wasn’t going to eat.Matteo glanced between us. “She didn’t come down with either of you?”“No,” I said simply. “Haven’t seen her.”That was the truth. I hadn’t. And if I was being honest, I hadn’t expected to. Something h
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