When I met Leonardo Ricci, he was determined I would only be a fling, while I was certain he was my forever.  Seven years later, we’re the perfect couple.

Happy, married, and in love-in sickness and health, till death do us part. 

At least until the unthinkable happens. 

 

Now we can’t look at each other.

We don’t sleep in the same bed.

We can’t even be in the same room.

The loss is too great and the pain runs too deep. 

 

But this man is the love of my life.

I convinced him once, and I would be damned if I couldn’t do it again.

I would be damned if I couldn’t fix what we broke.