The butterfly was spreading her wings, ready to fly away again. This time, he didn’t know whether he’d ever get her back.
“I have to go, Fitz. Cosima needs me. I belong there.” She nuzzled her face into his neck. “Don’t say you won’t come. Don’t say it’s over. I couldn’t bear it. Let’s just see. If you change your mind, I’ll be waiting for you. I’ll be waiting and hoping and ready to welcome you with open arms. My love won’t grow cold, not in Italy.”