KENDRICK POV
It was our last day in Italy.
We’d landed back in Naples last night, then gone straight on to Rome, and I already knew the second our feet touched Roman ground that it would never be enough. You could live ten lifetimes here and still not have enough time.
We hadn’t even bothered pretending we’d get inside the Colosseum or the Vatican. Nah. Too crowded. Too late. Too much. Instead, we just walked. All morning, hand in hand with her, through the city center where every corner spat out another piece of history like the gods themselves were showing off.
Fontana di Trevi—Kat nearly screamed when we stumbled on it, throwing coins like she owned the place. Piazza di Spagna, where she ran up the steps like she wasn’t pregnant. (I swear the woman forgets sometimes that she’s carry
