“Freedom once born is life’s true gift”
“Freedom once born is life’s true gift”She stood deathly still in the soundless courtyard.
Immediately upon their return to the house on the Via Porto Rosso, Viviana sent Jemma and Nunzio to their rest, though they tried to stay. She shushed them away instead, longing for solitude.
Yet now surrounded by it, she knew not what to do. But only for a moment.
Viviana rushed up the stairs, into her sitting room, and pulled out her chest of art supplies and sketches. She dragged it not only out of its hiding place but into the master bedchamber, where she was now master.
She stood in the room but found no peace within these walls. Not yet. Her breath heaved. Her nostrils flared. Even now, the memory so fresh with the torture and death of her tormentor,
