The plane touched down in Rome just as dawn cracked the horizon open.
Cassie pressed her forehead lightly against the cool windowpane, watching as the city unfurled, golden domes, crumbling stone, narrow winding streets bathed in soft pink light.
Damon reached across the aisle and took her hand.
"Ready for our next adventure?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep and wonder.
Cassie smiled, squeezing his fingers. "Always."
This wasn’t just another trip.
It was a journey they had planned for years, a celebration of a life lived deeply.
A walk through history to honor the history they had written together.
Their first morning was slow.
They sipped strong espresso at a small café, the streets waking up around them. Damon carried his cane lightly, moving with the careful grace of a man
