Erica
After breakfast I went to look for Mario as Antonio and Ephraim left me on the terrace while they were talking about the upcoming shipment or something. I found Mario in one of the small rooms on the ground floor. He was writing something on the little notepad in his hand when I knocked. He looked up and smiled, “Erica, please come in.”
“Am I disturbing you?” I asked.
“No. Affatto. Come, Ragazza.” He patted the divan, motioning for me to sit.
I walked inside but didn’t sit as I rounded the small desk he was working on. “What are you doing?”
“Making a grocery list for this week. Do you need anything that you want me to add?”
“The things I need can’t be written on that list, Mario.” I replied as I walked to the window that looked out at the forest, but when the flashbacks started
