Chapter Sixty One – Just One Hour To Remember
Marco sat on the back porch of the Tuscany house, staring towards the hills, the sun rising behind the rolling hills. In the distance was the spire of the cathedral where one year ago this day his life changed for ever. He smiled as he pictured his Bella Cigno walking down the aisle, her father on her arm. Her mother sat in the pews opposite, dabbing tears from her eyes with her white lace handkerchief, unable to look Marco in the face.
Even now his heart skipped a beat inside his chest at the memory of how beautiful she was that day. How beautiful she was every day the scent of her sweet perfume etched in his memory. Her voice as she exaggerated the word Death when making her vows to him, a smile creeped on his lips, as he remembered the c
