Maya’s POVThe silence stretched too long.I stared at the broken plate in the sink, shards catching the light like small, accusing mirrors. My fingers trembled, and I drew them out of the water slowly, pressing them together to stop the shaking. Luca’s gaze hadn’t left me, not when the plate shattered, not when my breath caught. He stared like he was trying to understand something.“That song,” he said again, quieter this time. “You said it was from your childhood.”I nodded too quickly. “Yes. It was … my favorite.”The words tumbled out clumsily, uneven, like I was stepping on loose stones. I hated that my voice betrayed me, that it wavered when I wanted it steady. I really hope he doesn't suspect anything.“My mother used to sing it,” I added quickly, because honesty felt safer than silence. “When things were hard. I guess it just stuck.”Luca studied me for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. Something flickered behind his eyes, recognition, maybe, or suspicion but then it
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