She had changed into fresh clothes. Both she and Cesario had eaten dinner, and the little boy seemed content in the comfort of their new room.

“Zuzu?” he called softly, and she turned to look at him.

“Why did you kiss that man, Zuzu?” he asked, his voice laced with innocent curiosity that caught her completely off guard.

“I thought you kiss someone you love,” he added, lips curled into a pout, his large ocean-colored eyes staring at her with something close to betrayal.

She ...