Mia & Luca POV
He pulls me away from the window.
Not roughly just one firm hand on my arm, moving me back and to the side until I am against the interior wall where no angle from the street can reach me. He does it automatically, without asking, the way you move a glass away from the edge of a table. Like keeping me out of sight lines is already a reflex.
That tells me something.
"Sit down," he says.
"I'm not"
"Please." The word is quiet and deliberate. He says it like it costs him something. "Sit down, Mia."
I sit at the kitchen table.
He stays standing for a moment, looking at the window, running something in his head. Then he pulls out the chair across from me and sits. Leans forward with his forearms on the table. Looks at me directly.
"I'm going to tell you what I should have told you days ago," he says. "All of it. And then you're going to make a choice with real information. That's what you deserve."
I put my hands flat on the table. Still. Ready.
