Two weeks had passed since Annie’s world had shattered. The days blended into one another, and her grief had taken root in every corner of her being. The streets of Italy, once unfamiliar but full of promise, now felt like a maze that she couldn't escape. Everywhere she went, the weight of loss followed her—heavy, suffocating, relentless.
She had no phone. No way to reach out. The people who had once filled her life with warmth and affection had all abandoned her in her moment of need. Catherina. Henry. They were gone, their absence as sharp and painful as the wound in her chest. Her heart, once brimming with hope for a future, now lay in tatters.
But in the cold emptiness of the world around her, she found one constant: the gnawing need to keep walking. To keep moving. Because if she st
