Luca's POV
We were doing it, finally. The house was up for sale. We could both leave it all behind.
The ghosts of memories from long ago that roamed the halls of the Millar mansion could be given peace at last and hopefully my father and I could finally move on.
My father and I had chosen a small flat near the ocean. It was only a fifteen minute drive away from Nora and my father liked to visit her every Sunday.
Sometimes, if there was a particularly bad week, he would go every day and I'd loose track of him. I'd drive to the grave yard and find him asleep at the base of her stone or sobbing as he picked flowers for her in the nearby woods.
The flat was perfect. Two bedrooms, a kitchen, bathroom and small living room overlooking the ocean. The best part was that I could hear the ocean
