The next morning, the kitchen was silent.

Isabella came downstairs at exactly seven o'clock. She was wearing the same pristine white blouse, her hair pulled back in a neat, severe bun. She didn't look toward the island. She went straight to the coffee maker.

"I've already prepared it," said Leonardo.

Isabella stopped, her hand hovering over the coffee pot. She turned her head.

Leonardo was sitting at the dining table, not the island. He had a cup in front of him, and a second cup sat on the emp