The silence that follows exposure is not empty.It is structured. Intentional. Luca recognises it immediately - the kind of silence that exists because something is being measured, not avoided. He hasn’t contacted Layla. He hasn’t tried. He said he wouldn’t, and that matters more now than it ever has.The penthouse feels different without her.Not quieter. Just… unfinished.Three days pass before Sofia’s mum asks to speak to him alone.She doesn’t raise her voice. She never does. She pours tea with steady hands, sits across from him at the dining table, and regards him like a woman who has already done the crying somewhere private and has moved on to something sharper.“I need to know what you want,” she says.Luca doesn’t answer immediately. He knows better than to rush this.“What I want,” he says carefully, “is not the same as what I choose.”“That’s convenient,” she replies.“It’s honest.”
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