CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Wind whipped through Keira’s hair as she held on tightly to Cristiano. The countryside outside of Florence was stunning, with beautiful rolling hillsides and farm yards. As they went, Keira saw more of the traditional All Souls’ Day celebrations; red candles burning in the windows of houses, children in the streets throwing confetti at one another, and gorgeous processions of flaming torches, candles, and chrysanthemum bouquets. It was like watching many funerals taking place at once, Keira thought, but with none of the melancholy. Instead, what Keira felt coming from the people they passed was joy of cherished memories.
As they raced through the Italian countryside the sun fully set upon them, transforming the sky from pink into the swirling milky blue of Van Gogh’s s
