Elena’s pov

I found him near the river, far away from the stadium that the noise had almost disappeared.

He was standing with his back to me beneath a row of string lights that were just beginning to flicker on, his hands resting against the stone railing as he stared out at the water.

Rome had gone soft around us.

The sky was bruised with orange and purple, the last of the daylight fading between the buildings, and the river moved quietly below us.

It felt strangely peaceful.

Too ...