"Come with me," Sienna said. Taking his hand. Leading him away from the celebration. Away from family. Away from everything. "I have something. Something I've been working on. Something. Something just for us."

They drove. Northern coast. Remote. Familiar route. To the villa. Alessandro's villa. The one he'd bought decades ago. The one with Maria's paintings. The one they'd discovered. Explored. Claimed.

"We're going to the villa? Now? Why?"

"You'll see. Just. Just trust me. Trust that this is. This is important. This is. Everything."

The villa. Restored now. No longer abandoned. No longer frozen in time. Renovated. Beautiful. Maintained. Loved. Transformed from memorial to. To home. To sanctuary. To...