One thing that I noticed now about him was that he loved to sleep. After I settled Fiorelli on her high chair, I walked up to his room to wake him up.

His door was not fully closed, so I pushed it slowly and everything in his room looked dark. The curtain was still closed and he had a blanket all over his body.

"James," I called out his name softly as I made my way to the bed. "Wake up, Fiorelli is waiting for you," I whispered those words in his ear, so he would listen and wake up immediately or so I hope.

"Dov'è lei?" He asked with...