Chapter 6
When I wake up, the house is as quiet as the grave and Helene is sleeping so soundly on the sofa that I go over to check she’s still breathing. It’s almost ten o’clock and it’s a typical English rainy day. Although I’m not thrilled by the idea of going out in this annoying drizzle, my hunger is definitely stronger. After observing that there’s nothing edible in the house, except for little bottles of slimming pills, herbal teas and meal replacements, I head out to do some shopping and, while I’m there, have some breakfast.
I walk into a small, friendly-looking café that I had spotted the day before, right next to the front door to my building. It looked like a typical Italian café. And I wasn’t wrong.
‘Good morning!’ the barista greets me in Italian with a smile.
‘Good mornin
