Chiara’s POV“Mom, what are you doing here?” I called out to my mother as she arrived. She was dressed in a pink and white outfit – a gown that looks pretty on her. Her greying hair was well-combed and oiled.

She threw her hands around me, hugging me tight.

“Honey, I missed you. I just wanted to see you,” she said.

I was on my way out to the tennis court when she came. I was dressed in my tennis outfit. I just wanted to blow off steam on the court.

For the past few days, I’ve ...