~ Niamh ~
The silence of the house felt like a heavy blanket as I walked through the doors.
I didn't see Andrej on my way in, and for that, I was pathetically grateful. I didn't know how to look at him yet.
I didn't know how to face the man whose life I might have just dismantled in a moment of desperate, righteous fury.
My heart was still pounding, and my hands were still buzzing with the slap I'd landed on Massimo's face.
I needed an anchor, something to distract my mind, so I made my way toward Matteo's playroom.
I stopped by the slight opening of the door and peered inside. The sight that met me almost made me smile despite the wrongness of the day.
Matteo was sitting on the plush rug, surrounded by a mountain of bright plastic blocks, and Dario was sitting cross-legged right beside him.
They were building what looked like a very unstable castle, and Dario was making low sound effects every time Matteo added a tower.
