*Olivia*

By the time Giovani was done talking, my coffee was gone, but I was exhausted. Just hearing everything he had gone through made me feel as if I had been there. I got up from my seat at the table and walked over to him, placing my hand on his cheek gently so I wouldn’t hurt him.

“I’m so glad you made it,” I told him softly.

Everyone else around the table murmured noises indicating they agreed with me. Alessandro stood up and stretched, ...