Chapter 42
I sat on a small wooden chair at the back of the cabin, rocking slightly as I tried to remember the rocking chair from the old house, now reduced to ashes.
The night was cold, inhospitable, and I felt deeply saddened by everything that had happened to Nana. Losing the mansion had hurt me terribly too, especially because of what the baby's room meant-the items we had brought from Croatia and the beautiful outfits Salvatore had prepared for the birth. Although there was still a long way...
