They arrived at the mansion and went straight to their room. Lucca placed the bags on the bed while folding the clothes and making space in his closet.

—Are you sure you want to stay here? Don’t you want your own room?

—No, I want to be close to you —Lucca looked at her and smiled—. I feel safe with you. I’m afraid to be alone.

—Sweetheart, a psychologist will come see you in a few days. He’ll help you.

—Do you want me to stay away?

Lucca walked over to her and knelt down to be at her level whi