Chapter 119 Samantha

• SAMANTHA
• The sound of my son’s laughter pulls me from sleep like sunlight slowly touching my face. It’s soft at first, then brighter, louder, fuller. I open my eyes and smile before I even see him. That sound, that pure joy, has become the music of my mornings.
• “Are we making cannoli today, Mamma?” he asks, his small voice full of excitement. His cheeks are pink from the cool morning air, and his tiny fingers point ahead like we’re on a treasure hunt.