The Unanswered Question
And it wasn’t just about the food; it was about the memories, the traditions, and the love that went into every dish. Thad’s mother was deeply rooted in Italian culture, and her cooking was an expression of her heritage and love.
Thad’s mind raced with questions as he lay in bed next to Annie. Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he turned to her, his voice gentle but insistent. “Annie,” he began, “is there something wrong with the food tonight? Do you not like it?” He sounded like a wounded dog begging to be put down. But was it surprising when his reality was crumbling right in front of him?