Cesario woke in the middle of the night, a small frown creasing his sleepy face. Still half-lost in dreams, the toddler pushed himself upright, tiny fingers groping for the familiar warmth of Azzurra. His eyes remained shut as his hand searched across the bed only to meet nothing but cool sheets. His touch skated to the very edge, and when it came up empty, his eyes flew open.

Big, ocean-blue eyes darted around the softly lit room, fat tears welling and blurring his vision when he realized she ...