In her blindness, a myopic hunt for her father’s affection, she didn’t see that she’d had it from her stepmother. Spiny Ludovica. Prickly, in pain. Treading in a sea of self-preservation. Afraid of failure. Delizia sighs. Family has always felt like a forced entanglement. Her stepmother became a stranger to her. So easy to sever the thin threads connecting them. But they still have time to reach out to each other. Commit to the tiny act of drinking one coffee together. The beginnings of a mutual relationship.
