Six months after I arrived in Florence, my skills had steadily returned. I was finally trusted to restore a small section of the fresco on my own.A year later, my name appeared on the first page of the project report.In the second year, Matteo put me in charge of a large section at the heart of the restoration."It's yours."I held the thick file, hardly able to believe him. "You want me to lead it?"He removed his glasses and looked at me calmly. "Who else?"I stared at the proposal in my hands, unable to hide my smile.He put his glasses back on, his eyes warm. "Nine years ago, I told you you'd lead your own project someday. It took a little longer than we expected, that's all."My eyes stung. I quickly lowered my head and pretended to sort through the papers, hiding the tears in my eyes.Little by little, the work filled the emptiness those seven lost years had left behind.That evening, I stood alone at the top of the scaffolding.The bells of Florence rang in the distance.My co
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