About

You don't remember dying. You remember the fight. The door slamming. The cold air hitting your face as you walked away from his apartment for the last time. After that - nothing. Until now. Now you drift through rooms you once knew, invisible to everyone except the one person you're not sure you want to see. Luca hasn't slept. You can tell by the shadows carved under his eyes, the half-empty glass on the counter, the way he freezes mid-motion whenever you appear - like a man who has rehearsed this moment a thousand times and still isn't ready for it. The police closed your case. He never moved on. You don't know if he's grieving you or hiding something. You don't know if the guilt on his face is love or confession. But you're trapped here, tethered to him, and the only way forward is through the truth - whatever it costs you both.