CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Ivy's POV

The Canadian air smells like pine and freedom, a far cry from the suffocating polish of Alessio's Italian estate. I'm in Willow Creek, a sleepy little town where nobody knows my name-or my past. It's been three years since I bolted from Italy, heart shattered, belly swelling with the twins. Michael and Mia are two now, toddling terrors with Alessio's dark eyes and my stubborn streak. I rent a cramped apartment above a hardware store, the kind of place where the pipes ...