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Veronica

I left by train from Siena to Venice that evening. Once I checked into a small hotel, I called the attorney who'd overheard my conversation with my grandfather and left him my address, telling him to forward any paperwork to me here. I called Robyn and told her I was in Venice, told her what had happened and what I'd done, and told her I needed to be off-line for a few days.

I missed Charlie. I missed cuddling up with him on my lap, missed his unconditional love.

The first twelve days I spent in bed, feeling sorry for myself.

On the thirteenth day, someone knocked on the door. When I told whoever it was to go away, they answered that I had received a package.

Reluctantly, I went to the door, cringing when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I opened it and took the large white envelope, assuming it was paperwork about Robyn's guardianship. I pushed the shutters and window open to let in some fresh air and sunshine. The room smelled stale, and it seemed my sadness had