No Scars Can Dull Her Shine
It was time for us to start fresh somewhere else.
When we landed in Fiorenza, the sun was perfect, and the air smelled like freedom. My daughter, bubbling with excitement, pulled me towards our new home.
A bunch of purple irises were blooming in front of our little white house.
A month after the miracle of Mom waking up, we got a new neighbor. He was a dreamy Itanian guy. He would look after our irises, give my daughter fancy chocolates, and when he smiled, his eyes sparkled like the Mediterranean sun. It was alluring, but a bit dangerous.