ROMAN'S P.O.V
On day seventeen, at six fourteen PM, Calista came downstairs for the first time since she returned.
I guided her slowly, step by step, our family waiting at the bottom for this very moment: Nonna, Lucas, and Lillian. Calista let me hold her hand as we walked, and the simple weight of her fingers wrapped around mine nearly undid me. That small gesture was proof of her fight, her courage. Proof that my wife was still here.
With her free hand, she scratched the back of her neck and then she leaned into me and whispered “I'm not so sure about this, Roman”
Calista's blue-gray eyes were large as she took in everything. Her dress hung loosely on her, she had lost some weight since that day, but all the same, she was my Calista. Breathtaking and effortlessly beautiful.
My Wif
