Luca POV
I lie in bed, my mind blank except for fleeting memories of the child. Did I make it home alone or did someone bring me? Sitting up, I massage my temples, straining to recall, but I'm enveloped in a dense fog of forgetfulness. I dread the possibility of having harmed the child; the mere thought leaves me unsettled.
"Ah, you're awake..."
Startled by the unexpected voice, I spring to my feet. Jonathan lounges on the couch, casually sipping Chardonnay.
"What are you doing here?" I demand, a mixture of surprise and disdain coloring my tone.
"I found you outside the store, sleeping," Jonathan replies, unfazed. "Gwen and I stumbled upon you. It was quite amusing, really, how peacefully you slumbered."
I clear my throat, cutting him off before he can continue. "And the child?"
His
