Aunt Chiara dives into a quick update on each of her children—three boys and two girls, all grown and living on their own. Gia and I contribute what we can about our own lives, but there’s little to tell. Eventually, Dad and Livia both show up, and we all move to the dining room table and stuff ourselves with a delicious dinner. With food in our bellies and wine in our veins, we sit back and continue to talk through the evening. About an hour after dinner, Mom slips away to the restroom, and Aunt Chiara turns to Gia with concern lining her face. “Gia, sweetie, are you okay? I get the feeling something’s off.” “Oh, I’m fine. Just tired. It’s been such a busy couple of weeks!” She attempts to infuse her smile with reassurance, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “You know what you need?” Chiara p
