For lunch, Giovanni made pan-seared salmon and quinoa. God, that man can cook. I forgot that he could. He also made green smoothie, told me that it would help with inflammation or whatever. Gianna, who is a bit picky when it comes to vegetables, loved her smoothie. I'm learning very quickly that my daughter likes him very much. She doesn't act the way she does with other men.
I'm afraid it's going to be very difficult when the time comes that we have to leave. I know Giovanni told me to trust him, but I've trusted men enough not to hurt me and they do. My father, Keith, and even Gio. This fantasy of being with Giovanni is messing with my head. It's hard to be hopeful of the future when I know that we have had so much pain between us in the past that I don't think we can easily forget. There have been one too many people from his family who died because of me.
