CHAPTER 89

JAYDON'S POV

The grass in the Tuscan garden was soft and warm under my sneakers, and it smelled like the yellow wildflowers that grew along the old stone wall.

I held my small wooden toy sailboat tight in my hand and ran as fast as my legs could carry me toward the edge of the big stone fountain in the middle of the courtyard. The water was crystal clear, sparkling like tiny diamonds under the bright Italian sun.

"Careful, little prince!" Marta called out from the terrace table, and her voice was warm and full of laughter. "The water is for the ducks, not for swimming!"

"I'm just...