Enzo

Sera spent the day curled up on the couch with her legs tucked under her, watching television while I did what I could for Luca via my phone and my laptop. She’d showered after the doctor’s visit as I’d hovered outside the door to make sure she didn’t try to scrub off her skin again, and seemed happy to be in her own clothes, but otherwise she was rather quiet, and I let her be. After rifling through her suitcase that morning and seeing what she was wearing now—black, baggy cotton pants and a Ramones T-shirt—I found that Sera’s style was a little bit punk and a little bit...