I woke before dawn. I'd packed almost everything the night before, and the room looked too empty for a place I'd only occupied for a week.
I texted my father to check in. He replied with a photo of his cast and a thumbs-up.
Dad: I can type with one hand. Do not feel obligated to send me any more drawings.
I sent him a picture of the one I'd made at the lighthouse anyway.
Dad: I stand corrected. Send more drawings.
At breakfast, the hotel owner handed me a paper bag with bread and fruit for the train. I thanked her and carried it downstairs. My suitcase felt heavier than it had when I arrived, though I'd bought only the notebook, honey, and a small watercolor set.
Alessia was waiting by the hotel entrance.
"I thought I'd walk you to the station," she said.
"You don't have to."
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