Saturday 7:11pm
He goes into the wine cellar, and I wait for him in the kitchen, making us another round of coffee. I hear laughter coming from the garden, so I go over to the windows in the foyer. I see Aurora laughing as she lays on the grass with her phone to her ear.
I wonder if she’s talking to Adrik.
I see someone cutting the roses a bit further away. When he turns his head, I squint.
Romeo?
He’s our gardener when we’re in Italy and when we’re not, and he’s been at our house for over five years now. I must be imagining things. They’re wearing the same type of jacket, that’s all.
“Got it.”
“You’ve got a nice garden.” I say when I see Matteo emerging in the hallway from the door that leads to the cellar.
“Yes, our housekeepers do a good job.”
“You have a gardener?”
“Not reall
