Sophia hesitated, unsure whether to stay or leave. "I couldn't sleep. I just needed some fresh air."
Luca's gaze shifted back to the picture in his hand, his expression hardening. "Well, you've found your fresh air. Now fucking leave."
She took a step closer instead. "Luca, are you okay?"
He laughed bitterly, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "Do I look okay to you?"
Sophia bit her lip, unsure how to approach him. She had never seen Luca like this, so vulnerable and broken. She wanted to comfort him but didn't know if he would accept it.
"Luca, if you need to talk—"
"Talk?" he interrupted harshly. "What could you possibly say that would make anything better?"
She remained silent, knowing he was right. Words couldn't heal the wounds he carried. She watched him struggle with his pain, feeling helpless.
"This is all my fault," he muttered, clutching the picture tighter. "I couldn't protect her. I couldn't save her."
