Luca
I could hear the sound of crying as I opened the study door and the murmur of another voice. Quietly consoling. Both voices seemed alien to me after the conversations I had just had. Out of place in my home and it made me freeze in place.
What did you do when a woman was crying? Especially when it was a woman you loved? I was lucky my feet seemed to be moving on their own because my head didn’t have a clue.
Alice was laying on her side, her head in Lily's lap, who was stroking back her hair, in the same way, I remembered my mother doing to me when I was upset. Her voice was conjoling, kind but the eyes she raised in my direction as I stepped through the door were anything but soft.
“Did you know?” Her words were accusing.
“Of course I knew he had a wife and daughter who disap
