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I reopened the Irish workshop at the end of summer.The tourist’s video had made the town curious for a while. Eventually curiosity gave way to ordinary life. People brought me damaged instruments and asked when I could have them ready.I hired an apprentice named Maeve. She was patient with customers and less patient with instruments that refused to cooperate.“You could do the public-facing part,” she told me one afternoon. “People know who you are now.”“I’d rather repair the violin.”She laughed and took the next customer.I no longer used Erin as an absolute disguise. Some people still called me that; others knew me as Valentina Cole. I answered to both in the workshop. I had chosen when to explain and when not to.Ruth brought Noah to Ireland for a short visit. He inspected every drawer I let him open and declared the old cases more interesting than the instruments.Maeve met him only as my son. She did not ask about his father.After they returned to Switzerland, I found a small

That winter, I went back to the pages I had written for Noah.He was growing fast. He asked where my parents were, and I told him what I knew about his grandparents. Soon he would begin asking other questions.I wanted to prepare an honest answer about Damian without making it the first fact Noah learned about himself.I wrote:*Your father and I knew each other for many years. There were times I trusted him more than anyone. Later, he did things that made it unsafe for us to stay with him. I left because I needed to protect you and myself.*I read the paragraph aloud. It was true. It was not the whole truth, but it could be a beginning for a child.Ruth read it when I asked her to.“He’ll ask more when he’s older,” she said.“I know. I’ll answer then.”I put the letter with the account of Noah’s birth and copies of photographs from his first years. I did not seal it. Our lives were still happening; there would be more to add.In Chicago, Damian had been transferred from intensive care

In the spring, the Sicilian house was ready for a longer stay.The roof no longer leaked. Noah’s room had shelves for his books and a low bed beneath the window. In the garden, Ruth had helped me plant white roses beside a path rather than inside glass walls.Antonio and his wife came for a weekend. Noah was away with Ruth in Switzerland. I had not yet decided whether to introduce them, and they did not know he existed.That secrecy could not last forever. I knew it. For now, I wanted to choose a time when I could tell them without fear that the news would immediately reach Damian.Antonio walked with me to the terrace at dusk.“Your father would have liked what you’ve done,” he said.“Did he ever think he’d leave this place?”“He hoped he wouldn’t have to.”We watched the water turn dark beneath the last light.I used to think returning here would give me back something I had lost at seven. It did not. My parents were still gone. I had grown into someone they never had the chance to k