*Olivia*

Three months had passed since summer came and went, and my first year in Florence had also come to an end. It was hard to believe how much had transpired in just a single year, especially considering how different things were now. I found myself married to a wonderful man whom I loved dearly, and we were expecting an adorable baby.

I should have been overjoyed.

If only my baby wasn't growing inside another woman's womb.

My reservations about ...