Rosalia
I wake up first in the morning to the sun streaming into our room, and I look over at Angelo’s peaceful, sleeping face. I wonder for a moment if I should wake him up the way I do at home—but I’m not sure that he fell asleep last night for a long time. I have the glimmer of an idea as I sit there looking at him, remembering a small pastry and tea shop near the hotel that we passed by yesterday.I could bring him breakfast back and surprise him,I think, the idea taking root as I imagine having it all set out for him on the balcony before he wakes up.
He’d worry if he knew, especially after yesterday—but I can’t believe that there’s any real threat.We’re so far away,I think, biting my lip.How could there possibly be danger here?If anything, I reason, when I come back without any issu
