Chapter 86 Smoke Without Fire

• The sea air was gentler in the mornings.
• It carried salt through the hills of San Sebastián, curling through the wrought iron gates of the estate Giovanni had purchased. The villa sat on a cliffside overlooking the endless blue of the Atlantic, with gardens that burst into bloom even in early spring. It was a place built for peace. But Lily hadn’t felt peace in weeks.
• She pushed the stroller along the stone path that curved through the garden, her hand light on the handle, her eyes locked on the small, gurgling face before her. Lucian. Six months old today.