*Caterina*

I finished my oatmeal while Elio made a few phone calls. I noticed the fact that he had walked into his bedroom and shut the door so that I couldn’t listen in.

In spite of my best efforts to keep my temper in check, the fact that he was continuing to keep things from me was starting to seriously infuriate me.

I brought my bowl over to the kitchen and slammed it roughly in the sink, not bothering to clean it off. I knew I was being petty, ...