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Isla’s Point of View
I woke before the others.
The room was gray with early light, the shutters cracked where Nico always left them. Through the gap I could see our lemon trees below the terrace, their branches dark against a sky that hadn’t decided on its color yet, and below them the first sounds of the grove — a bird, a branch, the distant clatter of Andreas opening the goat pen.
I missed milking the goats.
Tomorrow.
Enzo slept on his back with one arm behind his head. Nico was pressed against his shoulder, legs drawn up, mouth open. Valentina was on my left, on her side, facing me. Her hand rested on my hip.
Three hundred and eleven million dollars.