The sunlight in Siena was softer than in Rome.Olive trees lined the stone path, grapevines covered the pergola, and a golden wheat field stretched across the distant hillside.I sat in a wicker chair on the terrace with a book in my hands.But I couldn't focus on it.Every few minutes, Luciano would crouch beside me and gently press his forehead to my belly."He's moving! Ivy, he just called me Daddy!"I looked down at him, laughing in spite of myself."You're crazy, Luciano. I'm not even three months along."Then I heard a noise at the terrace gate.Luciano and I looked up at the same time.Vito stood outside the wrought-iron gate, looking in.His face was pale, his eyes sunken, and his stubble dark.He looked like a drifter who'd been on the road for a long time.My smile faded, but I didn't panic."Looks like we have a guest."Luciano got up, shielding me behind him, and walked toward the gate."Don Colombi, come in."Vito walked in. The flagstones beneath his feet were warm from t
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