The smell of fresh coffee guided me to the kitchen before I even fully opened my eyes. Still a little dazed — but in a good way, that kind of exhaustion that only comes after an intense night — I went down the stairs with a stupid smile on my face.
I wasn't the kind of man who smiled for no reason. But today... well, today I had a very good reason.
Isa.
My feet barely touched the last step, and as I approached the kitchen, the sound of voices reached me.
"No, Giulia, not like that, sweetheart... otherwise it'll all fall off the spoon. Slowly... There! See how you can do it?" Isa's voice was soft, patient.
I leaned against the doorframe for a second, just watching. Isa was sitting next to Giulia, helping my daughter eat yogurt from a bowl with unicorn drawings on it. The two were laugh
