The apartment was quiet when he got back.
The contrast hit immediately.
There was no noise nor music, just dead silence and the occasional snoring coming from the living room.
He stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him, and for a second just stood there, letting the silence settle around him.
João was stretched out on the couch, completely knocked out, one arm hanging off the side, still wearing half of what he had on earlier. Lukas shook his head slightly, a faint smile forming, before moving past him.
They had all flown back to Frankfurt ahead of Lukas and Javi had informed him that the siblings would be staying at his place.
Javi and the Giménez were staying at Anne's apartment about 30 minutes away.
Each step measured now as Lukas tried not to wake his friend up.
He made his way to the bedroom.
Joanna was there.
Asleep.
Peaceful.
The faint glow of the early morning light slipping through the curtains, just enough to outline her figure on the bed.
