Chapter 118 Samantha

• SAMANTHA
• Five Years Later.
• The sound of my son’s laughter pulls me from sleep like a ribbon slowly unraveling. I blink against the soft sunlight pouring through the curtains, warm and golden, wrapping the room in peace. The world outside hums with life—the distant clink of espresso cups, the chatter of neighbors, the song of birds fluttering through the lemon trees. Sicily feels alive, every heartbeat echoing through its sunlit hills, and for the first time in years, I feel alive with it.