SERENA'S POV
The door clicked shut behind Luca and the room went still again. I stayed sitting on the edge of the bed, the covers still pooled around my waist, staring at the half-empty tray. The pudding sat heavy in my stomach now, but it didn't fix anything.
My father was still gone. The house I grew up in was still ash. And here I was, in Luca's shirt, letting him feed me like I was some fragile thing he owned. My hands shook a little when I pushed the tray farther away. I didn't cry. I was too tired for that.
A few minutes later the door opened again. Luca stepped back in. He changed into a dark button-down and dark blue jeans, his hair still a little messy but his face set like he'd already decided the rest of the day.
"Get ready," he spoke. "We're going shopping."
I looked up at him, squinting my eyes. "What do you mean we're going shopping."
