Time to Run

Their mother gently excused herself away from them. “I’ll get you something to drink,” she said softly, brushing Camilla’s hair back with trembling fingers. “You need water.”

She walked toward the kitchen, wiping her tears as she went.

Alessio stayed seated on the couch, Camilla curled into his side like a wounded child.

He rubbed her back slowly, not knowing what else to do. “Easy… easy,” he murm