“Mama.” Dante shakes my arm and I blink. He’s standing in front of me and I have no idea how long he’s been there.
“I’m hungry,” he repeats. “My stomach keeps growling at me.”
Great work, Viviana. Get so lost in your head that you let the child you do have go hungry.
“That’s a problem we can solve. Let’s go find something to warm up.”
Anatoly and Raoul chose a replacement for Pyotr while we were at the cabin, but they haven’t hired anyone to replace Stella. I don’t think Anatoly is ready for someone else to fill her shoes. I get it; I’m not ready, either.
In the meantime, a chef has been delivering meal-prepped dishes every morning that we can warm up. Tonight’s offering is chicken piccata and roasted asparagus.
Dante wrinkles his nose as soon as I peel back the lid. “What are those?
