Chapter 11
“Dad” Alessia glanced up at the sound of footsteps. Brendan stepped inside, a smile on his face, not a trace left of the last look he’d worn earlier. He changed his shoes at the door as if nothing had happened.
“How’d you
sleep, Lessie?”
“Pretty well. Mom and I went grocery shopping this morning–it was actually kind of fun.”
Four sets of plates and forks lay set out on the table. Brendan blinked rapidly. He bent to set his briefcase on the floor head bowed, and by the time he straightened up, any trace of emotion had vanished from his face.
“You’re back. Go wash up, dinner’s almost ready. The fish is fresh today–I just need to finish one last dish. Karen bustled around the kitchen, smiling as usual.
“I’ll give you a hand, Brendan said, and slipped into the bathroom to wash up.
They both knew the truth, but neither said a word. This family had been through enough what they needed now was to support each other, not to point fingers. Each one of them was trying to make things better–that was enough.
“Lessie, would you call Ivan for dinner?” Karen wiped her hands on her apron and set the pot down on the table.
Alessia nodded and headed for Iván’s room. Out of courtesy, she knocked first, waiting a few seconds. When no answer came, she tried the doorknob.t
11 wasn’t locked. The door swung open, and she paused in surprise for a moment before collecting herself.
The room was pitch dark, except for a small desk lamp illuminating one comer Ivan sat curled up on the floor, legs drawn to his chest, focused intently on a drawing in the pool of light.
Just a single door separated two different worlds: outside, it was noon; inside, it felt like midnight. Unlike her own bright, airy room, Ivan’s was cramped–barely enough space for a double bed. The only small window was blocked by the neighboring building, so sunlight never reached inside.
Still, Ivan had carved out a little space for himself–a low table and an easel stacked with books, a few nearly–empty jars of paint strewn beneath &
Pressing her lips together, Alessia quietly crossed the room and crouched next to him. Ivan was so absorbed in his work that Alessia simply watched in silence, waiting as he put the finishing touches on his painting
But the more she looked, the deeper her frown became.
Ivan’s paintings had a spark to them–the lines and composition were bold and fluid, his use of color daring yet harmonious. But every piece seemed to radiate a kind of heaviness. No matter how bright the paints, Ivan’s brush always tumed them into swirling, endless black holes–so much so that just looking at them made it hard to breathe.
Alessia had studied painting for a while, and her teacher used to say she had an eye for beauty but no technical skill. She could appreciate color and composition, but every time she tried to draw, her figures came out as crude stickmen. It nearly drove her teacher mad
While she was lost in thought, Ivan finished his drawing. He put down his brush, ready to clean up, but as he turned, he jumped at the sigh of Alessia crouched beside him.
Quick reflexes saved the moment–Alessia reached out and steadied him before he could knock over his freshly completed painting.” “Dinner’s ready.” She saw the guarded look in Ivan’s eyes, but didn’t push. Once he was steady, she let go of his arm, stood up, and brushed invisible dust from her jeans, her tone cool and even.
Ivan stayed silent. Alessia didn’t mind, and left the room. Less than a minute later, Ivan followed her out
“Eat up, both of you. You’re still growing–and you, mister, you’re the head of the family now. You need your strength.” Karen busied herself piling food onto the others‘ plates, barely serving herself a scrap of meat.
“You’re the one running around all day. You should eat more,” Brendan said. Since their bankruptcy, the two of them had only grown closer, not farther apart.
Alessia paused with her fork halfway to her mouth, looking thoughtfully at Karen.
“Mom, have you ever thought about starting a little business? Maybe a food stand?”
“Oh, Lessie, you always know how to make me smile!” Karen thought Alessia was complimenting her cooking and beamed, but Brendan caught the seriousness in Alessia’s tone–eight parts earnest, two parts testing the waters.
