*Olivia*

I was strolling down the streets of Naples, Elio strapped to my chest and Gio at my side. In unison, both of my boys grinned at me. Then, a horde of black-shrouded figures swarmed us. I spun around a few times, and when they disappeared, I stood alone in the Italian street. I fell to my knees as a scream tore out of my throat. I’d lost everything. Again.

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I shot bolt upright in bed. In bed. I sat in my bedroom, the late morning sunlight ...