“Confirmed meeting. Rome. Yesterday. Your father's contact and hers. Same table.”
I read it twice confused. What does this even mean? What does Dad have to do with all of these?
I put the phone back in my pocket.
She was still talking, finishing the story about the anatomy professor, her hands moving slightly the way they moved when she was animated, when she was actually in something rather than performing being in it. The laugh was still there, just at the edge of her face, the remnant of the real one. She was so peaceful like she had absolutely nothing to worry about. I felt fulfilled because it was my duty to keep her happy and unbothered and safe. She needed to be able to get everything she wanted, shop how she wanted and do what she wanted as long as it is not against her safety a
