"Piccola mia, I'm home. Come give me a kiss."
He hung his coat and walked to the living room. No one was there.
"Principessa, dove sei?" (Princess, where are you?).
She wasn't in the kitchen, either.
"Vita mia!" he called as he mounted the stairs. She wasn't there, but neither was his mother.
He tried working out where they could be. Alice had been driving Michela to and from kindergarten since her first day; it was just next to her work. So if his mother wasn't home, his daughter wasn't going to be, either.
"But her car is here," he pondered.
He looked for Dave and Ellie yet couldn't find either.
"Well, my birthday is next week... maybe it's an early surprise party?" He frowned in thought. "No, that can't be right. Dad's car isn't here, and Jack's car isn't here, and why would any
