38

LORENA

The sounds of the waves crashing along the shores of the little island that became our home was all around us, mixing with the smell of the sea.

Sitting on the small balcony, overlooking the water, I sipped on my glass of wine. I felt at peace here.

I didn’t think I could find happiness again, but right at this moment, it felt pretty damn close to it.

Even with the paranoid feelings I’d had when I rushed out of the market and barricaded Matteo and myself in the house.

It was stupid, I knew it. If either my father or my husband found us, we’d be dead before we knew what hit us.

We would never see it coming. My father was a sick, twisted old man that got off on power and torturing humans.

My life was a nightmare after that… until the day I met Alessandro. I thought I found a savior. So wrong!

Tilting my head up at the moon, my thoughts traveled across the ocean, searching the memories.