RAVENNAThe room was quiet except for the soft sound of Riven’s breathing. Moonlight poured through the half-open curtains, pale and cold, painting silver lines across the bedspread. She was lying on her side, her back to me, her small shoulders rising and falling. I lay there, watching her for a long while, wondering if she’d fallen asleep already.
Finally, I whispered, “Hi.”
Her head shifted just a little.
“Were you mad at mummy today?” I asked, keeping my voice light, almost playful, though a tiny knot of worry tightened in my chest.
She shook her head without turning. “No.”
“Then why didn’t you let me feed you earlier?” I asked earlier. “You didn’t even look at me, you held onto him and asked him not to go.”
This time, she rolled onto her back, her dark eyes finding mine in the mo
