Chapter 83 The Quality Of Her Days

• Vittoria’s throat burned, her eyes welling as she clutched the teddy to her chest, fighting to hold back the tears threatening to spill.
• Sensing the weight in the air, Vincenzo leaned closer to the bed and, with deliberate playfulness, tapped the tip of Lily’s nose again, knowing it would coax out the soft giggle that never failed to appear.
• “What’s this?” he teased, raising an eyebrow as if genuinely surprised. “I think I saw a little smile trying to sneak out.”