Chapter 240

• Except somehow now she did. She hadn’t come to Italy to care. She’d come to escape, to forget Steve. And yet as she lay on her bed she realised Steve hardly mattered any more; he was no more than a smokescreen for the true feelings she had—feelings which scared her.
• She cared.
• She cared about Leandro, about the villa, about the charade of domesticity she’d been acting out in the last few days. For the first time in her life her home was more than a bedsit or a grotty hostel. Her life was more than a meaningless job.