She turned and walked into the house, heading straight toward the kitchen. Marco followed her inside.
He set the remaining bags down on the counter, watching her as she immediately began unpacking, her energy light.
It didn't match the storm still settling inside him.
"How is my sister?" Valentina asked casually, glancing over her shoulder at him as she pulled items out one by one.
"Yeah… I need to talk to you about that." Marco said.
The lightness in her movements slowed as she turned to face him fully, one hand still resting on the counter, the other loosely holding a carton she had just taken out of the bag.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her brows knitting together. "Is everything okay?"
