Little had not realized at what point they had begun to grow apart—if there had been a precise moment when Anna’s expression was no longer laughing when she looked at Little—but when Enrico had died, a bitter fight had exploded between them. Ostensibly, it was because Anna had heard that Little wasn’t going to stay in Italy, but it really seemed to be about something else that Little didn’t quite understand. Anna had felt wronged by Little’s waywardness, whereas Little had felt betrayed by someone she had both loved and admired, and they simultaneously nursed those hurts with care.
The three of them went from room to room, picking up bits and pieces, opening the windows, all avoiding Enrico’s old bedroom in the back of the house. His room was the one that let the most light in. The house
