*Rebecca*

"Matteo is dead."

There were three things I thought I’d remember for as long as I lived. When all the memories of this life faded like the last bits of ash in a fire, I knew these three things would remain.

Alessandro loved me.

My name had been on the account.

And Matteo was dead.

It was odd that the three most memorable things to ever happen to me had happened in the last few weeks, but here I was, storing away what was ...