Fragile Peace

SERAFINA

After breakfast, I tried to keep the morning as normal as possible.

For Dante, and most importantly…For myself.

“Mom,” Dante said, looking up at me, “should we go and prepare my study room? You told me that I could help.”

“Of course,” I said.

But before we walked out, I turned toward Martha.

“Where’s Rosa?” I asked.

“Oh,” Martha replied, “she didn’t want to knock on your door this morning