CHAPTER 42

Laura Anthony

Only I know the joy I felt when I entered the room and found a notebook on the bed. I ran to him and saw my grandfather's note.

—A request for a truce so that we can begin to understand each other. What do you think?—.

I smiled and thought about the best strategy for that moment. I needed to be diplomatic in order to put my plan into practice. I went to the main porch, where my grandfather had his breakfast every morning. He smiled when he saw me and asked me to sit at the table.

— Thanks for this. It was very kind — I thanked him with a restrained voice.

— Good to hear your voice. I was beginning to wonder if you were mute.

I chuckled at the comment, remembering how hard it had been to go so long without speaking.

— Sit down. I'll appreciate it if you have coffee with me. You don't need to say anything. Just feed.

I smiled and sat down at the table with Dom. I was beginning to wonder if I shouldn't have used that strategy a long time ago. It would have saved me so much