*Olivia*

Eventually, when the sun started to set over the horizon, casting a golden filter over the world of Naples, we traveled home with our tuckered baby sleeping peacefully in his stroller. As soon as we stepped inside our temporary new home, I inhaled the tell-tale sign of delicious food being cooked–roast beef by the scent of it.

My stomach growled and I patted it, blushing as Gio laughed. We’d stopped to get Elio something for dinner, but Gio had ...