Dominic
To keep my thoughts from spiraling, my attention drifts to the yellow note taped to the vanity mirror. The edge is peeling slightly, like it's been there a while.
Maybe I'll take the new textbook over myself instead of sending someone. It's been years since I walked through my old neighborhood without an agenda.
Bellavista hasn't seen me in a long time. Going back might stir things up, but that isn't always bad.
At the very least, I can stop by La Dolce Vita Bakery. Cannoli always taste better when they come with memories. And it wouldn't hurt to remind the Golden Phoenix who actually controls Bellavista. They've grown too comfortable lately.
Yes. That will do.
I fasten my favorite cufflinks, slow and careful. The small gold crowns catch the light. They always do. Mamma use
