“To some, make a forever farewell
“To some, make a forever farewelland good riddance too”
and good riddance too”The unseasonable chill was a pall upon the late spring day; it wrapped itself about the city in the guise of a mist rising up and spreading over them from the Arno, smudging the bright city as if rubbed with charcoal.
Isabetta and Mattea had taken to spending more and more time together; the sharing of trauma will either bind souls or thrust them apart forever. Mattea rarely took to the streets without Isabetta by her side these days, and then she would only do so if she were to meet him, an occurrence far more rare now than ever before.
“I spent yesterday morn at the studio,” Mattea told her companion as they walked toward the Mercato.
MercatoIsabetta pulled back, a bird wi
