Zeno doesn’t text the rest of the weekend, and I’m hesitant to admit how forlorn that makes me. I try not to let it show—my confusion and distress, longing and duality. Instead, I spend time with my family. We get in some shopping and play a few board games before Sunday rolls around, and it’s time to say goodbye. I don’t want them to leave, partially because I enjoy their company, but also because I’ll have more time to think. About Nevio. About Zeno. About everything. I keep Gia company while she packs Sunday morning. The Bishop house is still empty, making it look less and less likely that the family took a quick trip to the city. I catch her looking toward the house when she thinks no one will notice. The spear that pierces her heart with every glance passes straight through her and in
