“I held onto his head and pressed my lips to his forehead. I didn’t like it, but Francesca had been right. How could I deny him happiness? “Ti amo, figlio mio, per sempre.” More tears fell, my cheeks wet, as I breathed him in. He used to smell like lemons, back when Zia would sneak him lemon candies. I’d forgotten that until now, but it was a nice memory. “Per sempre,” I repeated.”