Chapter 4

Dawn broke as the car sped toward the airport. I watched the Sicilian countryside pass beyond the window. I'd spent twelve years building a life in that villa, and leaving it hurt. I still missed the man I'd believed Lorenzo was, but I didn't ask the driver to turn around.

I rested my hands in my lap and rubbed my thumb over my bare left ring finger, tracing the pale indent left by the heavy diamond. The empty space was a tangible reminder of my choice this morning. For a split second, the image of Lorenzo holding Bianca in the…