The sea breeze stopped registering.I stared at Sebastian.My gaze moved from his face to the photo in Poppy’s hand, then back to his face again, as if, if I repeated the route enough times, one of them would turn into something that made more sense.No.The photo was still there.I still looked like a woman in her twenties who hadn’t yet learned that happiness could quietly expire. Sebastian was still standing behind me with his mouth on my cheek and his hand on my waist, as if there had never been anywhere else he wanted to be.And that same man was now sitting two chairs away from me, alive, immaculate, irritating, while our wedding photo lay between the honey and the smoked salmon.Why did that thing still exist?The question entered my head and immediately began multiplying.Who printed it?Sebastian?Luca?One of the old crew members who was sentimental and had no healthy hobbies?Why was it kept on Azzurra? Why hadn’t it been thrown away with the rest of the life he had apparen
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