Vittorio left for his office without looking back, and the grandmother went straight to her room without throwing a fit. Thank God, Siena thought, relieved that today wasn’t going to be one of those days.
Siena carried plates to the table and set them down in front of Elena and Soraya.
“Here you go,” she said softly.
“Go ahead, you both start,” Soraya murmured. Her voice was low and dull, drained of energy.
“I’m not hungry… I’m going to my room,” she added before rising from the table.
Siena quickly reached out and grabbed her arm.
“Mom…” she whispered, her eyes full of concern. She already knew why Soraya’s appetite had disappeared. When Vittorio announced his week-long stay was over and he wouldn’t be back tonight, Soraya’s heart had dropped. Three more weeks without him—that’s wha
