Audrey's POVI walked to his door.The corridor was dark and cold and the villa was completely quiet around me and I walked to his door and stood in it and looked at him.He was on the floor.Back against the bed, legs stretched out, sketchbook open across his lap. Not sitting the way he sat in chairs — composed, deliberate, the posture of someone who had chosen how to occupy a space. This was the floor version of Luca, the one that did not exist in public, the one that only happened when the human part of him had given up on maintaining the architecture and just — sat down.He was drawing.I looked at the sketchbook.It took me a second to understand what I was seeing because Luca drew structures, Luca drew floor plans and load-bearing calculations and the architectural signatures of things that needed to stand up, and this was not any of those things.It was the garage.Specifically it was the Hellcat, and me, standing the way I stood when I had both hands on the engine and was thin
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