Then I boarded a plane and returned to the woman who changed my life. When I held her in my arms again, I knew I would never leave her side again voluntarily. We married in a quiet ceremony and began anew, leaving the past where it belonged—in the past.
On this island, filled with endless sunshine and warmth, the small group of people became our family. We bonded more than ever, gathered strength from each other. Missy blossomed, discovering friendship and common ground with the women. Matteo and I worked with Gianna, once again putting our talent for making money to work on the fund. The work kept me involved but out of danger. It took a little while to break through Gianna’s walls, but we were now close, and I would protect her as fiercely as Missy. Gianna was like a sister to me—much like Evie, whom I bonded with all over again once we settled. She and Missy were close, which made me happy.
Life was good.
I shook my head with a chuckle as I looked around.
No, life was great.
I saw Missy’s dress ripple over her stomach, like a small wave cresting under her skin. My daughter was waking up.
Once again, I smiled.
Soon, it would be perfect.