“The tide turns slowly but inexorably,
“The tide turns slowly but inexorably,And none in Heaven or on Earth can stop it”
And none in Heaven or on Earth can stop it”“Orfeo!” Viviana cried his name even before she pushed open the heavy paneled door, rattling the brass anchor of the Marrone family crest. He must have received word of the nightmare overtaking their city by now, must have realized his wife could be trapped in the heart of it. Worry is a catalyst powerful enough to warm the coldest of hearts, surely it was.
“Orfeo!”
Viviana twirled about in the small foyer, unsure if her husband was still abed or elsewhere in the modest home.
“Mona Viviana!”
The distraught squeak came from behind. Viviana whirled about to find Jemma rushing toward her. A small bundle of energy and emotion.
