Years had passed.
And yet, there were moments when Amelia still paused mid-step, mid-thought, just to take in the life she now lived—the gentle hills of Tuscany surrounding her like a warm embrace, the scent of grapes ripening on the vine, and the sound of laughter echoing from the courtyard where her children played barefoot on the warm stones. Peaceful. Real. And hers.
Their vineyard sat on a sun-drenched slope, tucked away from the world. A place they’d built from the roots up—Enzo, Amelia, and a dream that once seemed impossible.
Amelia stood by the open archway of their terracotta home, the golden light of dusk casting her in a soft glow. In her arms, a sleepy two-year-old with Enzo’s dark lashes and her curious eyes clung to her shoulder.
“Leo,” she called gently, scanning the vi
