12
Giada
I settled into a routine, dragging my a*s out of bed around ten. Swim in our indoor, heated pool, shower, eat, read, watch TV, nap, eat again... Boring as hell, but the time passed.
Mother began eating again, but I’d yet to see a smile or trace of laughter from anyone in the house.
Cristian had been gone for almost a month, and even though the pain had faded enough I could function and sleep, tears tracked my cheeks daily. I’d offered to help pack up his things and donate them to the needy, but Mother wouldn’t hear of facing the truth Cristian wouldn’t ever sleep in his bed or wear the clothes in his chest of drawers and closet. It would come eventually, so I didn’t push. I just needed something to do.
Marisa continued to work out of her old bedroom, but Father wouldn’t even
