Chapter Three
How wonderful it felt to clear the bills and tax forms from the table, to use it, at last, for the purpose of its intent. To eat a meal sitting across from a young woman who seemed content simply to be indoors.
Helle had even served the girl a plate of food. It would have seemed rude not to.
“Most nights I eat dinner in front of the television,” Helle admitted. “Something my daughter always begged me to do, and I would never allow it.”
Giulianna smiled. “You have a daughter?”
Helle’s body grew hot. She ought not have made mention of Freja. She did not wish to pursue this topic of conversation.
“Let us speak about other things,” Helle insisted. She would never have posed this question in real life, but it should be safe in the confines of her own mind. “Every tim
