Anna jerked her hand back, instinctively hiding it behind her back. “Hot stew spilled on my hand by accident,” she explained.
Vincenzo’s gaze shifted from Anna’s hand to her face. “Since when?”
“Last week,” Anna mumbled.
“Was it treated?”
“I ran it under cold water,” Anna replied. “And Lucy put some ointment on it a few minutes ago.”
Vincenzo’s eyes lingered on Anna, his tone hardening. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve called the doctor.”
“It’s not that serious,” Anna insisted, shifting uncomfortably under his stare. “It’s already healing.”
“Let me see it.” Vincenzo’s words left no room for refusal.
He dropped his tablet onto the table with a clatter and reached for Anna’s hand.
Hesitantly, Anna brought her left hand from behind her and extended it toward Vincenzo.
He took it
