The ride back home was absolutely silent.
Valentina had no words left to say. His words and actions had made it abundantly clear they were done.
To think that she had come back to Neravalle with the mind of moving on, only to fall back into a pattern of desiring a taken man who didn't even want her.
As embarrassing as it was, she needed this wake up call.
Now she could move forward, and never look back again.
The car came to a stop, and she turned to Luciano.
"Yesterday, while you were away with the twins and your wife, Elio came around. He told me about this studio in Aurivilla being handled by his uncle. He said there's a vacancy for a new photographer. I don't want to be caught up in the mundanity of life, as I usually am in Neravalle. The twins are getting older, and so time is more flexible than it used to be. I want to apply for this role. Is that okay with you?"
He turned to her too, his brows knitted together. "Are you sure about this?"
