Borrowed Peace

In the evening, back in the Ferraro household,

The living room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the television and a small lamp in the corner. A movie played quietly in the background, one of those old romantic comedies Camilla’s mother loved, the kind where laughter came easily and endings were always gentle.

Camilla sat curled up on one end of the couch, a blanket pulled over her legs. Chia