[Christian Castillo]
Soon as I shut the door behind me, leaving Adelaide and her sister together, Nomi hurries up to me, “come sta? starà bene?”
“Sì.” I respond, striding to my study as Nomi frantically backs my step with a new wave of worry and concern seeping into each word she says next.
“Dovrei portarle qualcosa da mangiare?” she asks again, offering food to Adelaide which surprises me a bit about how close they’ve gotten. Still, I tell her no, I’ll be the one to bring the food to Adelaide. At that response, she halts abruptly, then throws her question at me, finally using the bits of courage she had left, “What did you do to make her that upset?”
I mirror her actions, rubbing my hands against my temples, “Why will you think I did something? Her doctor said she had a fever and n
