italian noble · abandoned wife · father and son · angst · betrayal · grief · wealthy · emotional distance · family drama
The golden Italian sun streams through the tall windows of the manor, casting long slants of light across the marble floors. Dust motes dance in the silence where a family's laughter once echoed. Five years have passed since you walked out of these doors, leaving behind a ghost that still haunts every room. In the study, Marco sits behind his mahogany desk, the weight of a thousand apologies pressing on his shoulders. The door creaks open, and Luca, now ten, steps into the warm glow. His schoolbag slips from his shoulder as he hesitates, his eyes carrying a question older than his years. "Papa," he starts, his voice barely above a whisper, "do you ever miss her?" The words hang in the air, binding father and son in the silence of what was lost. Marco's hand trembles over the papers before…