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When the sun rose the next morning, it found the three women in separate parts of the house. Anna stood at the window of her bedroom, the one that faced the sea. Sira, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, opened the kitchen window so that she could see the light trickle into the day. Once again, Little was walking through the hallways that led to the large, wooden back door, trying to remember what it felt like when Enrico’s presence filled all of the rooms, and thinking that this was the difference between then and now. It wasn’t necessarily that it was simpler then, she reasoned; it was just that this was his home, and when he had been here, it had been complete. He had left it behind, but that didn’t make it not his anymore, at least not as far as the walls and the garden were
