Janet's POVI returned to Italy and officially took over the family business.My father retired. He spent his days tending to the garden and playing with his birds, like any ordinary old man.But every now and then, he'd ask me, "Do you still hate him?"I shook my head. "No.""Hating someone takes too much energy. I don't have that kind of time anymore.""Then do you still think about him?"I laughed. "Dad, what do you think?"He sighed. "I just feel like you've been wound too tight.""Three years. I've barely seen you smile.""And I've never seen you get close to any man."I put down the file I was holding and looked at him. "Dad, I'm fine on my own.""I have a career. Money. Family.""I don't need a man to complicate things."He wanted to say more, but I cut him off. "Is the trip to the US next week all set?""It's ready.""Then I'll go prepare."I got up and walked out of the study.At the door, I heard him murmur under his breath, "That child... if she'd lived, she'd be three years
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