Chapter 64

As Sam and Rocco had said, I’d been lucky Craig had stopped at our savings account and hadn’t run off with my credit cards, too.

I could have hired a lawyer, as everyone had urged me to do, but frankly, I didn’t care enough to spend money and time on getting even with the narcissistic man.

I poured myself a glass of red wine, resisting the whiskey—for now—and fell back in the armchair. Slowly, I drank the rich Australian wine, gazing out of our huge living room window, content to watch the last of the sun’s rays burst through the clouds. This evening, the sky was as mesmerizing as any Da Vinci painting. Nature’s own sfumatotechnique—heavens smoky and blurred with tender blues and royal purples. I sat transfixed with this beauty, and for the first time in my life, found reality more wonderful and inspiring than art.

That was Sebastien’s gift to me.

He’d always been my own omen of happiness.

My augury of love.