She called on one of Santo’s cousins she’d met, but again, the woman offered little enlightenment other than she’d heard the rumors, too. In the end, no one could confirm or deny her suspicion.
After her last visit to the village, Caterina decided to pay her respects to the grandmother she wished she’d known. She carried Marisa and walked to the ancient Rosetta family cemetery down the lane from the villa. Clouds dotted the sky, and a warm wind whipped across the face of the hillside, tangling her full skirt around her legs and spinning dry dust into the air.
Caterina opened an iron gate, which squeaked on its rusted hinges. Blackbirds squawked from the stone walls surrounding the patch of land. Olive trees swayed overhead, and purple iris quivered on their stalks. She found the fresh gr
