Chapter Seven | Henry

It’s startling how quickly Nicolo settles in. Makes himself at home.  He unpacks with a single minded determination so rarely seen when he was a child. I don’t have the heart to tell him not to. That we may not be here long enough for him to truly settle in.  Within a couple of hours a new pillow has been added to the bed, along with a heating blanket and stuffed frog that has seen better days. His clothing is sorted—some hanging in the closet with mine, other’s stuffed in drawers he rearranged to make room for himself.  The bathroom…