CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Monday morning arrived with unseasonably hot and oppressive weather.
Keira packed her things slowly, sadly. Cristiano’s side of the bed was neatly made; he’d not been there to mess up the covers.
She took her case downstairs to the foyer, realizing it was the first time since her disastrous day with Antonio that she’d be responsible for it again. It felt heavy, like a weight sitting uncomfortably on her shoulders.
She checked out, then headed into the streets, navigating them alone in search of her bus stop. Unlike the time she’d spent alone in Naples, she didn’t even feel anxious. She was far too unhappy for that.
Her bus arrived and Keira dragged her heavy suitcase on board. It was rammed with people on their way to work, and they gave her nasty looks as she tried
