By the time Luca returned to pick them up, Laura had already raided every single corner and shelf of the house.
She had explored so thoroughly that, had she been given more time, she could've done it three times all over again.
She and her boy were both ready when Luca finally arrived, after a small part of her had begun to feel anxious that he might not return at all.
When she suggested he take a short rest before they left, Luca declined, saying they should head straight for the car instead.
Luca stopped moving and smiled when his eyes landed on Martin.
The infant was dressed in a beige t-shirt that perfectly matched Luca's beige dress shirt, and brown shorts that paired neatly with his brown chinos.
If Luca looked smart, Martin looked even smarter, and this color harmony between them made it seem to anyone that they were father and son.
Father and son.
Perhaps this was the mischievous strand of the web this woman was weaving.
