He didn’t tell Aria what they talked about.
She didn’t ask. She had learned, over the months in this building, that some conversations were complete in themselves and didn’t require transmission. She trusted her mother and she trusted him and whatever had passed between them in the third floor office on Sunday morning had resulted in Luca coming downstairs with the expression of someone who had been given something they hadn’t expected, which she classified as a good sign and left alone.
Diana stayed for four days.
They were the best four days Aria could remember. Simple days — walks to the lake, meals at the kitchen table, evenings where Diana and Rosa, who had taken one look at each other and recognized something mutually compatible, dominated the kitchen while Aria and Luca sat in th
