"Florence." Dante stared at the letter. His daughter. Fifteen years old. Being offered opportunity of a lifetime. Across an ocean. Away from home. Away from protection. Away from safety.

Every instinct screamed no. Keep her close. Keep her safe. Keep her home.

But.

"This is incredible," Sienna said. Reading over his shoulder. "The Academy of Fine Arts. Florence. This is. This is where Michelangelo trained. Where Da Vinci studied. Where masters are made. Elena. This is extraordinary. You should be so proud."

"I am proud. But I'm also terrified. Florence is so far. I'd be alone. Away from everyone. Everything. What if. What if I can't do it? What if...