The estate was still. Outside, the distant city lights flickered like dying embers, swallowed by the weight of the night. A quiet breeze rustled the trees beyond the tall gates, but the sound was faint, muffled by thick curtains drawn across the windows. Inside, the bedroom was wrapped in an almost sacred hush—the kind that settled over a house holding something fragile. The kind of silence that clung to the walls, heavy with the weight of everything that could go wrong.The room was dim, lit only by the faint golden glow of a bedside lamp. It cast gentle shadows over the ornate furniture, softened the sharp corners, and made the world seem smaller, safer.And in the middle of it all, Luca held Maria the way he always did—like she was his entire world. His arms were wrapped over her belly, protective and reverent, cradling not just her but the life they had created together. She was warm against his chest, her breath slow and
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