ADRIAN Valentina went all out for Sofia’s first birthday in April, a few months later. She baked the cake herself, decorated the house with pastel colored balloons, and even tied a flower ribbon into Sofia’s hair to match the flower-print dress she’d picked out. My protests had been half-hearted at best. Seeing them together, there wasn’t much I could say. Sofia looked radiant, and Valentina’s smile lit up the entire room. By now, Sofia had started walking on her own. She tottered after Valentina everywhere, determined to be at her side. She was too young to remember Serena. For her, there was only Valentina, her mother in every way that mattered. We’d invited family over for tea, and the house was loud with laughter, clinking glasses, and children’s squeals. Damien arrived with his wife and two kids, and after the initial chaos of greetings and cake cutting, he found me near the window with a glass of whiskey in hand. “She got Stefan to talk again,” he said quietly, his tone ha
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