Chapter 24: An Aria in Venice
An Aria in Venice
Adriana
We save the last day of Simona’s good-bye trip—because now I know that’s exactly what this has been all along—for the one moment I’ve been dreading just as much as Luca ... our trip to the tomb of Giuseppe Martuccio. I can easily understand why the Venetian’s call San Macale the city of the dead, the place where Luca’s father rests. A row of Italian Cypress trees grows along either side of the walkway leading to the headstones at the far end of the area.
Simona is completely opposite of the way she was last night. A part of me is grateful she can be so positive given her situation, but the other half wants to stand up and yell until my voice goes out. I wonder which side of me will win.
“This part of Venice reminds me of the huma
