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Chapters (43)
  1. Cover
  2. ABOUT THIS BOOK
  3. VITTORIA
  4. AMADEO
  5. BASTIAN
  6. VITTORIA
  7. AMADEO
  8. BASTIAN
  9. AMADEO
  10. VITTORIA
  11. AMADEO
  12. VITTORIA
  13. AMADEO
  14. VITTORIA
  15. BASTIAN
  16. AMADEO
  17. VITTORIA
  18. BASTIAN
  19. AMADEO
  20. VITTORIA
  21. BASTIAN
  22. VITTORIA
  23. BASTIAN
  24. VITTORIA
  25. AMADEO
  26. BASTIAN
  27. VITTORIA
  28. VITTORIA
  29. AMADEO
  30. VITTORIA
  31. VITTORIA
  32. AMADEO
  33. BASTIAN
  34. VITTORIA
  35. AMADEO
  36. VITTORIA
  37. EPILOGUE 1
  38. EPILOGUE 2
  39. EPILOGUE 3
  40. BONUS EPILOGUE
  41. WHAT TO READ NEXT
  42. ALSO BY NATASHA KNIGHT
  43. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

And tears spill from my eyes as I remember the man I knew. The one who loved me. Only me. The one who put this photo of his girls where he wouldn’t have to see it day in and day out. Who, by the end, couldn’t stand to look at Mom if I’m being honest. And Mom, who, by the end, cowered from him. It all makes sense, I think, as I look down onto the small screen of my phone and see Mom’s face, see Mom in the arms of a stranger. Mom happy. It all fits.

The library door opens, and I jump, quickly dropping the phone into my bag and standing, wiping my eyes, looking as guilty as I feel. It’s Hyacinth, and she startles. I don’t know if it’s because she found me in here or the state I’m in.

“Vittoria. Are you okay? Has something happened?”

I wipe my eyes and shake my head. “No, it’s fine. I’m fine.” I look behind her for Emma but she’s alone.

“I told Emma I’d look for you to read to her. She was up early and upset you weren’t there when she woke up.”

“God. Of course, she was. I didn’t even realize the time. I’ll go right up.”

“I’ll get us some coffee and meet you up there. She’s setting her stuffed animals and dolls up for a tea party. All of them.” She rolls her eyes but is smiling warmly.

I love the innocence of the act. “Thanks, Hyacinth.”

She nods even though she looks worried. I give her hand a squeeze and head up to Emma’s bedroom as she disappears into the kitchen.

But as I’m approaching her bedroom door, I hear it. The chopper landing. They’re back. I’m out of time. I hurry into Emma’s room and find her at the window, watching as the chopper lands. It’s so stark and loud against the peaceful backdrop of the sun rising. But it’s what I see, or more who I see, spilling out of the chopper that silences me, that has me grabbing Emma’s hand hard as, from downstairs, we hear the sounds of men. A lot of men. And gunfire.

Because it’s not the brothers who have returned. These are soldiers.

I turn to Emma and see the tea party she was preparing in the large walk-in closet. See all the stuffed animals taking up the entire back wall.