The next few days weren’t any better.
While Luca and Alice were mostly in charge of restocking our food supplies, I tried to keep the room as tidy as possible. Carmen spent most of her days sitting by the window, staring out into the streets. Like she was waiting or expecting something.
She was waiting for Dominic, and I didn’t have the heart to tell her to stop moping.
We barely made contact with the outside world. It was too dangerous. Once in a while, we heard from the others. Matteo would call to give us updates, sometimes it would be Darling. I spoke to Roman once or twice, but he was usually too busy or preoccupied to stay long.
Dominic and Carmen spoke too, but they mostly argued. On one occasion, out of anger, he said something really hurtful.
“When are you coming back for us
