Munching on avocado, ravenous, I found myself seated at what looked like a large dining room table. After a bath, I’d gone straight to the kitchen and found some fruits, greedily reaching for them until I’d found this gem. When Paola had seen me eying the avocado, she’d promptly cut it in half and offered me the spoon. “For the baby,” she’d said, shooing me out of the kitchen.
That’s how I wound up here.
It was a very pretty room, albeit slightly stark. White woodwork with intricate designs covered the walls, the wood floors cold under my feet, and in the middle of the large table, another plant. Plants. “What’s up with the plants?” I wondered.
The brothers were seated across from me, the young girl seated close to Xavier, her arm looped with his, and Terrestris was st
