“Is Cece okay?” I ask. “She’s fine.” I close my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. “Is she watching TV?” “TV? No, no, no. I teach her Italian. She is a natural.” Despite everything, I laugh. Although it’s a weak sound. “Can I speak to her?” There’s a pause and Cece comes on the other line. “Ciao, Mama!” I swallow. “Hello, sweetheart. How are you?” “Bene. When are you coming to pick me up?” “Soon,” I lie. “Just keep working on your Italian, and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I take a breath. “I… I love you.” “I love you too, Mom!”
