Once they were in the car, Lorenzo took out a wool shawl and draped it over Anna’s legs.
Anna froze.
She wore skirts most of the time. In summer, the air conditioning was always too strong, and her knees often felt cold. He had noticed something that small.
A little surprised, she said, “You’re pretty thoughtful. Your girlfriend must have taught you.”
Lorenzo placed a paper bag with breakfast on her lap.
“There’s rice porridge inside. It’s good for your stomach. Just eat a little. Your stomach isn’t great. Don’t skip breakfast.”
Anna held the bag, memories surfacing.
In the past, she had always rushed to work in the mornings. Lucas, still half asleep, would text her reminders to eat breakfast, drink warm water, and cut back on alcohol.
But he never solved the problem at the source.
