I reach for my bags, but Silas intercepts me, his hand cutting through the air in a swift, commanding motion. Without a word, he takes my luggage, shouldering the weight I'm ready to bear alone.
Luciano is the first to fold, pulling me into a firm hug that lingers longer than expected. He pulls back with a faint smile, and dad steps in next, granting me his approval in the form of a brisk but solid embrace.
Silas stays silent, his grip on my suitcase steady as he escorts me to the car. The driver emerges, dressed in crisp black, opening the trunk to stow my luggage and leaving Silas and me a moment to ourselves.
"You're sure about this?" Silas asks, his gaze searching mine.
"If you're not, why let me go?" I counter, tilting my head to meet his eyes.