Semua Bab Whisked Away : Bab 21 - Bab 24

The morning air in Tuscany felt heavy.It wasn’t the heat.It was the silence.Luca stood in the doorway of the villa, his phone limp in one hand, his other pressed tightly against his chest.Amara stepped out from the kitchen, still in her flour-dusted apron, baby Giulia balanced on her hip.The moment she saw Luca’s face — pale, distant, crumpled — she knew.“What happened?” she asked gently.He blinked slowly. “My Nonna. She passed away last night.”Amara stepped forward. “Oh, Luca... I’m so sorry.”“She was ninety-four,” he whispered.Stubborn. Sharp-tongued. She made pasta until the end. The last time I saw her, she cursed me for putting rosemary in marinara.”Amara tried to smile through the sadness. “Sounds like she went down swinging.”“She was the first person who let me cook. She taught me the difference between food... and love.”Tears slipped silently down his cheeks.Amara set Giulia down in the grass and wrapped her arms around him.And they stood there — flour, tears, o

The Tuscan sun had a way of spilling over the hills like honey, golden and slow, draping the world in warmth that made even the air taste sweeter. Amara stood on the veranda of their rented villa, watching Sophia chase butterflies in the tall grass while Luca read a weathered Italian newspaper at the table. The rhythm of this place was nothing like Bellwood Falls it was slower, deeper, like the land itself was breathing.They’d come to Tuscany for a month to heal — from the fire, from the whirlwind of expansion, from the weight of running a business while raising a family. But Luca had other plans simmering quietly in his mind.It started with a drive through the countryside.“Come, cara mia,” he’d said one morning, keys in hand. “I want to show you something.They took the winding roads, passing cypress-lined lanes and crumbling stone farmhouses. Eventually, he pulled up beside a neglected plot of land a sloping hill dotted with gnarled olive trees, their silvery leaves trembling in