*Olivia*

A few days later, I stood next to the baggage claim at Florence Airport, waiting for my mother to emerge from the terminal. She was still deciding whether she wanted to move to Italy full-time, but we were learning the sex of the baby tomorrow, and she’d gotten a few days off work to be involved.

I clutched Gio’s arm and leaned up on my tiptoes as if that would make her arrive faster. “You said a private flight wouldn’t have this ...