Ellis's house was quiet, except for the soft sound of her breathing as she lay on the couch, wrapped in blankets to keep warm. Her fever had subsided a bit, but she was still clearly unwell. Vittorio watched her with concern as he made his way to the kitchen.

As he rummaged through the fridge and cabinets for ingredients to make a comforting soup, his mind wandered to the past. Memories of when they were married, and he used to take care of her when she was sick, flooded his ...