Alina’s POVI slowly turned to face her, still on my knees in the thin layer of slush, and there she was standing over me now, small and bent.Her smile was soft, the kind that reaches the eyes first and stays there, crinkling the deep lines around them.Snowflakes had caught in the gray wool of her kerchief and in the wispy silver strands that escaped it, glittering like tiny diamonds in this frozen Milan afternoon.That smile undid me all over again.Fresh tears rushed up, hot and unstoppable.I pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes, trying to hold them back, but they spilled anyway, freezing on my lashes before they could fall far.“Come mai lo sapevi? (How did you know?)” I whispered, my voice breaking.She reached down with both hands, small and knotted with age, and took hold of my shoulders.Her grip was surprisingly firm and steady.She lifted me gently, as though I were something fragile she didn’t want to break.“Vieni qui, tesoro (Come here, treasure,)” she said, pulling
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