"And how was it?"
Matthew looked straight ahead.
The room was warm, calm. It was that time of day when they would slip into bed and chat until one of them fell silent, fell asleep.
The mirror positioned in front of the bed showed Matteo with his bare shoulders against the headboard, staring into space, Zoe lying next to him with her legs intertwined with his and her head between his arm and body: Matteo ran his fingers through her hair, lost in thought.
"It was strange."
"Strange awful or strange beautiful?"
"No, not awful," he lowered his eyes to her, with a frown on his face, a wrinkle of expression that going through the skin like a valley between two mountains.
He looked like a child.
"I can"t even remember the last time we four all had fun together. Maybe it never happen
