Chapter 15
Montalcino, Italy
Caterina woke to the aroma of fresh-baked bread and the sound of boys’ laughter and wondered for a moment where she was. Italy. Montalcino. With Marisa.
She rolled out of bed and checked on Marisa, who was still sleeping soundly. Satisfied with her little girl’s steady breathing, Caterina filled the deep claw-foot tub with water and eased into a sweet violet-scented bath in the en suite bathroom.
As she lay in the warm water, she thought about what Giovanna had said. The reading of the will was scheduled for the afternoon, and Giovanna was clearly anxious about it. Caterina was nearly impervious to volatile, screaming family members—few were in her mother’s league, after all. However, it wasn’t the loving family welcome she’d hoped for.
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