CHAPTER 95

LUCAS'S POV

The news of the baby turned our peaceful life in Tuscany into a season of pure, glowing warmth.

Four months had passed since our boat trip to Formentera. The hot Italian summer had given way to a crisp, golden autumn across the hills of Val d'Orcia. The wide olive orchards around our villa were heavy with ripe fruit, and the old cypress trees stood tall against amber sunsets that painted the sky in shades of violet and gold.

I stood in the newly renovated nursery on the second floor of the villa, holding a wooden measuring tape against a handmade oak crib I had spent the...