He woke in their bed, alone; her sheets were not even rumpled.
There was no answer. Giovanni raced out to the living room, where all the windows had been blacked out and covered by curtains so she could have the freedom of the house during the daylight hours.
She was sitting by the fire, staring into it with blank eyes. There was an open textbook on her lap.
She finally blinked and turned to him.
He walked toward her slowly. “Did you sleep at all today? Have you been reading this whole time?”
Beatrice looked down to the book on her lap, then over at Giovanni, who sat down beside her.
“I can read Greek now.” His heart sank when he saw the lost look she wore. “Do you think he knows?”
Giovanni reached over and closed the book, taking both her hands in his before he pulled her onto his lap.