Chapter 19
The next morning after breakfast, fueled by her desire to find more letters from her mother, Caterina searched the guest room where she and Marisa were staying. When they’d first arrived, Giovanna had mentioned that at one time the room had been hers.
While Marisa played near her with her painted blocks from San Francisco, Caterina pulled out drawers, crawled under the bed, and looked behind furniture. But she found nothing. Marisa clapped as she watched. She wore one of the new pink rompers they’d bought in the village, and Caterina had dressed in a turquoise sundress.
Caterina sat next to Marisa and hugged her. “I wish you could help me, sweetie.”
Where would Giovanna have hidden Ava’s letters? If she kept them at all. Caterina thought of asking Giovanna, but her host had
