Chapter 152

After a week, Lucette began to suspect that she and Ariston were on the same page. Things had settled, more or less, into a routine: Ariston worked most of the day, and Lucette drifted. She didn’t mind it for now, because with her nausea and her exhaustion, drifting through each day was about all she could manage.

But as the days passed, and her nausea thankfully started to abate, she knew she needed to find some focus. Some purpose.

Iris and Zoe had thawed towards her a little, which made life less tense, if not exactly easy. And her things had arrived from Paris. Besides her clothes and toiletries, she’d requested that some of her personal items—paintings and ornaments, and books—be shipped to Greece. It felt both comforting and strange to arrange her things in the bedroom, which still didn’t feel like hers. They were dotted around the yawning space like buoys bobbing in an unfamiliar sea.

Still, life marched on, and Lucette knew she needed to march with it.

She drove into Amfi