The camera did not care which.

It simply kept the truth, and the truth, when the day came, was enough.

Chapter 8 — Family Money

By the next morning, my mother had already called me, and the sheer brightness of her voice told me she did not yet understand a single thing about the situation she was in.

“Luca!

You’re home?” She sounded delighted, and, underneath the delight, faintly aggrieved, as though I had done something a little rude by cutting my trip short and ruining the timing of her vacation.