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I wake with a start, tears streaming down my face. I’m still wrapped in Enzo’s arms. He must have been exhausted, because I somehow didn’t wake him. I slide out of his hold and get up, grabbing a throw blanket as I go out onto the balcony.
I wrap the blanket around me and sit in one of the large chairs. That was one of the worst dreams I’ve had in a long, long time. It wasn’t a memory of the day mom was killed, nor was it more dreams about being in the hospital or her funeral. No. This time, it was my dad who was buried.
I know it will happen someday, but I always thought it would be a long time from now. I thought I’d marry a man I love, have some babies, and he’d be there to see it all. I don’t know if he’ll be around to see me try to fall in love with the man he mar
