In the Gym with Tommaso

Sera

How long had I been here? How many months? I’d lost track. But I knew my way around the mansion now to the point the winding, seemingly unending hallways no longer felt like a maze of shadows and black marble.

I also spent a great deal of time watching the nurses who tended to Killian’s mother. I found where her rooms were and avoided the area. I never traveled to that wing of the house or put myself in the position to run into the maids and nurses whose loyalties lie with Mrs. Ricci.

It had been weeks since I’d had an encounter with that witch of a woman. I only went into the atrium if Mrs. Ricci wasn’t home, or if I was with Killian, Tommaso, or Adrian, who’d been hanging around the mansion a lot more. I didn’t mind Adrian’s company, even if he was quiet and somewhat skeptical of me still.

I missed Mikey.

My routine since that awful night was simple. I woke up, ate breakfast with Olivia, and spent a few hours with Penelope every morning. I took Michael on walks around the mansi