When I woke the next morning, the corridor outside our room was empty. Matteo had gone, but the hotel clerk brought up an envelope bearing his handwriting."Serena. Luca. I will not give up on us." I read it once and dropped it into the wastebasket.Luca sat at the small table beside the window, eating bread with strawberry preserves. He glanced toward the basket. "What did he write?" "Nothing important," I said. "A weather report." Luca smiled.It was the first real smile I had seen from him since we left New York.Over the following year, Bianca's case was the first part of our old life to be settled.The nurse who had entered Tommy's room reported what she had seen to the hospital superintendent.The physician documented the severity of the boy's reaction, while the remaining almond biscuits and their paper wrapping were handed to the police.An investigator from the New York Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children interviewed Tommy.He said his mother had known the biscui
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