Chapter 34
The aroma of simmering peach preserves wafted through the kitchen. Caterina scooped Marisa from her high chair. Her daughter’s beautiful, vivid eyes taunted her now, an aching omnipresent reminder of the love forbidden to her. Santo had visited Marisa the next day while Ava was out. Though their lips curved into smiles for Marisa, their eyes were glazed from torture and lack of sleep.
Rest had eluded her again last night, but the demands of life would not spare her. She moved sluggishly through the days. The busy harvest time was well underway now, and early reports from across the valley were as optimistic as their own results.
If only her future were as hopeful.
Sitting across from her at the kitchen table was Ava. Caterina thought her mother looked better today than she h
