Christmas, New Year’s and the restDuring the night of the twenty-second, it snowed on the hills and mountains that surrounded Conegliano. The peaks of the Treviso Prealps, Mount Grappa and Mount Cavallo were so white that they seemed lit from within.
When the train pulled into the station at seven thirty and Andrea got off, the air was bitter. He pulled up the collar of his jacket, stuffed one hand in his pocket and pulled his suitcase with the other. The wheels made an infernal noise on the pavement.
Conegliano was asleep, everything was perfectly still and the air felt light. He stopped for a second to take in the view of the snowy peaks and held his breath. At that moment, he felt that everything was just perfect.
Anna and Marco were still sleeping when the doorbell rang, waking Anna
