Gabby
I found a quiet spot near the olive grove, trying to breathe through the swirl in my chest. The idea of Missouri—of Rob—was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. I hadn’t told anyone yet. Not really.
But GreenLee found me anyway.
She sat beside me without a word, just nudged my shoulder gently. “You look like you’re either about to cry or run away.”
“Both,” I admitted.
Sam, Gina, and Hannah appeared next, like the universe had summoned a council of women who didn’t believe in silence.
“What’s going on?” Sam asked, settling cross-legged in the grass.
I hesitated. Then: “Rob asked me to come visit him. In Missouri.”
Gina’s eyes lit up. “Seriously?”
“He wants to try,” I said. “He talked to Luca. To Gio. Even to Papa.”
GreenLee smiled. “He’s all in.”
“I know,” I said. “A
