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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.