I went back out to the balcony, my thoughts ajumble. We still had our fights, but since Naples, there’d been a new understanding between us. I was hoping a week in Tuscany to really bond and talk would help round out the entire vacation. We’d have few distractions and would not be able to avoid one another.

It was time. Time to heal the rifts and be brave enough to say what we felt. My girls needed a new understanding to face the future.

So did I.

My hands pressed against my belly, which had been mercifully quiet lately. But I felt the thing growing inside me, shifting around, and my body trying to compensate. I was sick. I just didn’t know the extent yet.

I settled down and read for a while, but restlessness nipped at my bones. I wanted to rest, but the idea of a quiet stroll through Venice called to me. I knew how to get to the piazza from here without getting lost. Maybe I’d sit at a table and listen to the music at night for an hour, and then I’d be tired enough to sleep.

Decision made, I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my purse, and headed out. Savoring the scents and sounds of the magical floating city, I took my time and chose an empty table at one of the cafés. The sight of the pigeons made me giggle, and I hoped Allegra and Frannie were having a good time tonight.

I ordered a glass of Pinot Grigio, some water, and a pastry to nibble on. The beauty of the plaza at night struck me full force. The orchestra was in full swing, the sweetness of the strings soaring through the summer air, as couples danced on the cobblestones. The lights of the clock tower and shops and stars dazzled my eyes. I sat quietly and took it all in, thinking back over my life and every moment that had led me to right here.

“Scusi, signora, are you alone?”

I looked up. A handsome older gentleman with gray hair and smart silver glasses had asked the question. “Oh yes, go ahead and take my chair,” I said, gesturing to the one next to me.

His smile showed white, straight teeth. He must’ve brushed very well. It was hard to keep a smile like that at our age. “Oh, you speak English?”

“Yes.”

“Thank goodness. I’m sorry, I was going to ask if you’d like some company. Are you meeting someone?”

I blinked. Huh? “Um, no, I’m alone. Just having a glass of wine.” He waited and I realized he wanted to sit at my table. Politeness took over. “Of course you can join me.”