Chapter 83 A Name For A New Beginning

• The late afternoon sun danced along the edges of the bassinet where their son lay, wrapped tightly in a pale blue blanket, his small chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm.
• Giovanni stood near the window, arms folded, but his eyes never left the infant sleeping between them. Lily sat in bed, one hand resting over her heart, the other gently brushing her son’s soft, dark hair.
• “I can’t stop staring at him,” she whispered.