Allesandro stepped into the dimly lit hotel suite, his mind clouded with exhaustion.
The weight of his deception with Natalia, the secrets surrounding Ever, and the growing distance between him and his children gnawed at him.
As he loosened his tie and stepped further inside, he noticed a small figure sitting up on the bed, wide awake. It was Leo .
The boy's big eyes flickered toward him. "You're back," he mumbled sleepily, hugging his pillow.
Allesandro sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I am." He sat on the edge of the bed, his voice softer than usual. "Why are you still awake, piccolo?"
Leo hesitated before saying, "Couldn't sleep." He tilted his head, studying Allesandro. "You look sad, Daddy."
Allesandro chuckled, though it lacked real amusement. "I guess I am."
Leo frowned. "Did someone make you sad?"
