I walk into the kitchen and start to rinse the dinner plates in the sink, before loading them into the dishwasher. My mind starts to drift off and I begin to think about what Rosalia said. What would life be like today if Celeste was here? Would she and Giovanni be married with more children?
Would I have a husband and what occupation would I have sought? Would our parents still be married and involved in our lives more? So many different paths our lives could have travelled in. Firm hands grip my hips and my back is brushed up against a hard chest. Luca pushes my hair to the side and lightly kisses my neck.
“What is wrong cara mia?” [my beloved?] He whispers in my ear.
“I’m fine.” I sigh.
Liar, liar pants on fire...
“Then why have you been scrubbing the same plate for the
