CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Keira woke in the morning, still uncertain as to whether she would remain in Italy or not. One call to Heather would be all it took for a new flight to be arranged that would whisk her back to her life in New York City.
She remembered from her itinerary that today—All Souls’ day—was the scheduled trip to Florence. She wondered whether she was strong enough to tour it alone, without Cristiano supporting her. She’d survived Naples alone, after all, and that was considered the most dangerous city in Italy.
But whether she could and whether she wanted to were two different matters. In Naples she’d survived because she had no other choice. Now the choice was there. Leaving was a real option.
Still deliberating, Keira headed out into the street. The hotel she’d selected
