Chapter 146 Home

"Rome," Rafael said as their car glided down the wide historic streets, his voice cutting through the silence that had hung between them since the plane had landed. "Still feels like home." The view outside the window was all but forgotten as Bernice cast all her attention on the little girl leaning against her chest, fiddling with her daughter's blanket, her fingers working in shudders while she did that. "Just another city for me these days," she whispered absently.