❦ Rosalind ❦ The house loomed before us like a stranger when we walked in.It was his house, but he looked at it like an uninvited guest. His shoulders, already tight, hunched closer to his ears, and guilt pressed a hot weight into my chest.What did it feel like to come home and not remember?Enza was the first to rush forward, wiping her flour-dusted hands on her apron, her soft, round face breaking into a smile. “Don Marino,” she greeted warmly, bowing her head the way she always did.Beside her, Isa clasped her hands wordlessly, her eyes shining as if she might cry. I half expected him to falter or hesitate. To give away the truth that he had no idea who they were or what they meant to him.But he didn’t.Instead, he stood taller and spoke in an even voice. “Thank you. It’s good to be back.”The ache in my chest deepened.I reached for his hand, tugging him gently toward the stairs. “Come, I’ll take you to the room. You need ro rest.”He stood rooted in place, looking past me in
Last Updated : 2025-09-13 Read more