Lucian paced the room with his daughter in his arms, fast asleep with her head laid on her shoulder. His face was crinkled in a frown as he kept looking at his phone over and over again.
The door to the living room suddenly pushed open. He looked up, finding Francesca who'd just slipped off her shoes, walking.
"I didn't think you'd come back late," he said.
Francesca laughed with a little grunt. "Your mother wouldn't let me go home. She wanted me to spend another. She said she feels lonely and wants us to visit more." She approached him and went up on her tippy toes to kiss him. "By the way, we should bring Lucia too. She misses her."
Lucian kissed the spot under her eye affectionately before caressing her cheek. But the worried look on his face made her furrow her brows in apprehension. "Lucy? What's wrong? You look troubled."
He sighed softly. "Have you been able to reach my brother?"
"Niko?"
"Yes."
"No. I hadn't called him at all. But is something wrong?"
