INICIAR SESIÓNChapter 222: The Unbroken Circle Valerio’s POVSofia turned eighteen on a clear September morning when the air still carried the last warmth of summer but already hinted at the crisp bite of autumn. She had grown into a young woman who carried Elena’s grace and my quiet intensity, her dark hair falling in loose waves past her shoulders, her gray eyes sharp with curiosity and a stubborn streak that made us both proud and wary. She had spent the previous year traveling through Europe with a small group of friends, studying art history in Florence and then Rome, sending us photographs of sunlit piazzas and ancient statues that made Elena smile and me quietly proud. Now she was home, back in the villa that had always been her anchor, ready to decide what came next.We threw a small celebration in the garden the night before her birthday. Lanterns hung from the olive trees, their soft glow mixing with fairy lights strung across the pergola. A long table held platters of grilled vegetable
Chapter 221: Forever in the Quiet Valerio’s POVThe villa on the Amalfi coast had been Elena’s idea. She found it during one of those late-night scrolls through real-estate listings she thought I never noticed, a white stone house perched on a cliff above the sea, terraced gardens tumbling down to a private cove, rooms filled with light and old tile floors that stayed cool even in August. She showed me the photos one evening while Sofia was at a friend’s house for the night, her voice soft but certain when she said she wanted a place that was only ours, somewhere the world could not reach. I kissed her then, slow and deep, and told her to buy it the next morning. She did. We signed the papers in a sunlit office in Positano, then drove up the winding road to see it for the first time together.That first summer we spent there felt like stealing time from fate itself. Sofia was fifteen, all long limbs and sharp opinions, spending most days on the beach below the house with friends she
Chapter 220: The Endless Flame Valerio’s POVTime softened the edges of everything except the way Elena and I still looked at each other. Sofia turned ten that summer, tall for her age, all long legs and quick laughter, her dark curls bouncing when she ran across the lawn with the dogs trailing behind her. She had started asking questions about the world beyond the compound gates, about school friends she met during the few carefully arranged playdates, about why her grandmother’s stories always ended with someone leaving and never coming back. Elena answered with gentle honesty, never hiding the scars but never letting them define the day. I watched them from the terrace, coffee in hand, feeling the weight of years settle into something warm and permanent.Elena had taken over the clinic completely now. She hired two more nurses, expanded the hours, started a small program for expectant mothers who could not afford care. She came home smelling of antiseptic and fresh bread from the
Chapter 219: The Endless Flame Valerio’s POVTime softened the edges of everything except the way Elena and I still looked at each other. Sofia turned ten that summer, tall for her age, all long legs and quick laughter, her dark curls bouncing when she ran across the lawn with the dogs trailing behind her. She had started asking questions about the world beyond the compound gates, about school friends she met during the few carefully arranged playdates, about why her grandmother’s stories always ended with someone leaving and never coming back. Elena answered with gentle honesty, never hiding the scars but never letting them define the day. I watched them from the terrace, coffee in hand, feeling the weight of years settle into something warm and permanent.Elena had taken over the clinic completely now. She hired two more nurses, expanded the hours, started a small program for expectant mothers who could not afford care. She came home smelling of antiseptic and fresh bread from the
Chapter 218: Legacy of Light Valerio’s POVYears passed with the quiet certainty of seasons folding into one another, each one leaving its mark on the house, on us, on the life we had fought so hard to claim. Sofia grew into a girl with Elena’s storm-gray eyes and my stubborn jaw, her laughter ringing through the halls like music that never tired of playing. She chased butterflies in the garden, climbed the low branches of the old olive tree, and asked endless questions about everything from why the sky turned pink at sunset to why her grandmother sometimes stared into the distance with a look that made Elena’s hand tighten around mine. We answered as truthfully as we could, never hiding the past but never letting it cast long shadows over the present.Elena’s clinic in the village had become a small cornerstone of the community. She worked there four mornings a week now, delivering babies, stitching wounds, listening to old women talk about aches that had no cure but time and kindne
Chapter 217: The Bloom of Tomorrow Valerio’s POVMonths slipped by with the gentle persistence of seasons turning over. Spring arrived in Florence the way it always does, slow and stubborn at first, then suddenly everywhere. The cypress trees along the drive softened with new green, the rose garden Elena had insisted on planting burst into color, and the air carried the sweet scent of jasmine from the terrace vines. Inside the house the rhythm of our days had become something solid and real, no longer shadowed by the constant threat of loss. Sofia grew fast, her dark hair curling at the ends, her eyes bright and curious like her mother’s. She crawled across the rugs in the living room, chased sunbeams, and laughed with a sound that filled every corner of the compound.Elena had gone back to the clinic she founded in the village. She worked light shifts, three mornings a week, coming home with stories of patients and small victories that made her eyes shine. She wore her white coat wi







