Chapter 92

Guilia

The weather was perfect. White clouds hung loosely and sparsely underneath the bright blue sky with the mild sunrays spreading warmth. The green vibrant towering trees formed canopies over our rugs in the garden.

I couldn’t explain how happy I was to be here not just with Vladimir and our son, but with my best friend, her husband and their children. Igor and Mama Audrey made the list too.

While the men busied themselves with grilling pieces of turkey and chicken, Ariel and I kept ourselves busy with discovering new flowers and chasing colourful butterflies.

“Look at that one,” she pointed at the sunflower where a green...