Anna jerked her hand back, instinctively hiding it behind her back. “Hot stew spilled on my hand by accident,” she explained.

Vincenzo’s gaze shifted from Anna’s hand to her face. “Since when?”

“Last week,” Anna mumbled.

“Was it treated?”

“I ran it under cold water,” Anna replied. “And Lucy put some ointment on it a few minutes ago.”

Vincenzo’s eyes lingered on Anna, his tone hardening. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve called the doctor.”

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