Carys
I glance at Maxim’s face for the thirtieth time. He’s sitting with his eyes closed on the train. Jonathan and Lorenzo are in similar states. We said we’d come back to Italy but this wasn’t really the idea we had at the time.
He holds his hands clasped around a bouquet of tulips. Lucia’s favorite flower he said. All three of them bought a giant bouquet of them before we boarded the train.
“Only ten more minutes.” Big Tony says leaning forward. He gives me a small smile. After learning he really did so little in Gabriella’s schemes, they granted his request to come with us to Italy. When Maxim showed me the note he’d written them intending to mail it before their surprise visit, I’d agreed he should get to accompany us.
As we alight from the train, Maxim pulls me tight against him
