“Inner Truths must be well-tended and well-guarded”
“Inner Truths must be well-tended and well-guarded”She stood, alone, a stranger in her own house, in her own world. She turned about her sitting room as if it belonged to another.
Viviana dropped herself into her chair by the window. For a brief, warm moment, she burrowed into it, hiding. In the space of aloneness, in this treasured place, she allowed herself to be grateful for Orfeo’s continued absence.
Her body prickled with numbness; her head swam. She had barely eaten in two days and the lack of food abetted her weakness. Viviana knew what was happening to her, knew she was the rock upon the shore, pounded by waves ferocious with a storm.
Beneath the quilt her nonni had made as a wedding present, the cassone stood in almost absolu
