The entire meal is stiff and awkward except when Dante quizzes us with everything Mrs. Steinman has been teaching him during his tutoring sessions. He asks Raoul if he knows The Muffin Man and almost falls out of his seat in delighted shock when Raoul sings the song along with him.
Seeing my usually-somber second-in-command sing children’s nursery rhymes should be enough to break me out of any funk, but it doesn’t so much as touch the dark cloud over my head tonight. Mostly because Viviana hasn’t so much as touched her dinner.
I interrupt the third round of singing by pushing Viviana’s plate closer to her. “You need to eat.”
She juts her chin out but doesn’t look at me. “I’m not hungry.”
“Considering you haven’t eaten all day, I don’t think that’s possible.”
“She had some lunch,” Anat
