Chapter 8
Starting toward the barn, Celina turned to wave at Marco, who stood in the doorway of the villa clutching his nonna Sara’s hand. Her son was eager to spend the day with his new cousins, Adele’s children, Maria and Gino, who were coming over. While she and Lauro were riding, Sara planned to take all the children through the orchard and gardens to pick fruits and vegetables. Celina smiled. She hadn’t seen her son this happy in a long, long time.
After she’d sold their home in San Francisco, Marco had mourned the loss of his neighborhood playmates, and she’d often wondered if she’d done the right thing. For a boy to lose his father and his friends was difficult. The fault was hers; she couldn’t bear to stay in the house surrounded by the memory of Tony and the love she’d lost.
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