The next day, Theodore dropped me off at his family home and vanished without a trace. Considering it was no secret that his entire family despised me—and that every single one of them was armed—I really wished he hadn’t left me alone. I felt like a shrimp in a piranha tank.
The morning dragged on in suffocating silence. No one spoke to me. No one even looked at me.
It was as if I was a ghost occupying their space.
"You don't like the food," Nonna was the first to speak to me the entire morning.
It wasn't a question, more like a quiet accusation. Still, I answered.
"No, I love it! I’m just not that hungry. I ate with Theodore before he left."
That was a lie. A dumb one. I hadn’t eaten all morning and was starving. But what was I supposed to say? Sorry I couldn’t stomach anything w
