A few days later, I found work at a small bar. I mixed drinks in the evenings and helped stock shelves during the day. The pay was not much, but there was an attic room in the back alley that came with the job, its window tilted toward the lights on the far side of the river.When I pushed open the creaky wooden door, I stood in the doorway for a long time. The attic was small, the sloped ceiling pressing low, and the only thing that fit beside the bed was a lamp. The sheets were clean, the floor had been mopped, and someone had left a half-wilted pothos on the windowsill.I wheeled my suitcase inside, shut the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. I drew in a long, slow breath.A few days later, Mamma called."Valentina, Damiano jumped into the river yesterday."I gripped my phone, my gaze drifting to the dark water in the distance."If someone hadn't been passing by and spotted him, he'd have sunk to the bottom. You really aren't going to come back an
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