Rebecca Downhill (Becca) has known nothing in her life but a strict father who is involved in businesses with the Italian mafia in NY, an absent mother who has taught her to be obedient and fulfill her duties towards the family, and a twelve years o...
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Four years later
It's been a while since we've visited the house on the island last time. I love this house but somehow it painfully brings back memories that shatter my heart. Here is where Lucas has loved me the most.
The breeze of the sea is always making me feel at home and so for me, that home has always been on this island. How I've missed it.
And how much I'm missing Lucas, every moment of each day for the past four years. So, I've put aside all my sufferings and agreed to come here for the summer and offer Eve one beautiful vacation.
We've been all here for the entire summer, Mike and Tea, Eve and me, mom and Marce, although the grandparents are traveling a lot to Italy lately.
Mom believes that spending here some time together is all I need to recharge my batteries, to find myself and seal the memories of my husband with the past, where she keeps saying he should stay but a past that I don't want to let go. Ever.
This year has been a constant run between home and office, all day, every day.
Yeah, I've started going to the office two years ago and Downhill Inc. is productive again, but I've recently shifted the business from road construction to the IT field and merged with the company we've financed before.
Brad is more confident in his skills now and he proves capable of running a company. So, I've decided to step back, at least for the summer, and let him run the company.
To some extent, going to the office has been more of an isolation from the empty life I have, but my only shining son, Eveline, needs this summer here with Grandma Genny and Grandpa Marce.
I knew she would love it and I was right.
Her tiny hands are cupping my cheeks each morning, asking me to wake up and take her to the beach.
And this morning has been no different, except for the fact that I'm feeling like staying on the beach, too. I need the breeze and all the memories that come with it.
"Mamma, can I go that side a little? There are better shells over there," Eve comes to me running and squeezing my cheeks between her small palms, forcing my eyes to where she was asking permission to go.
With my lips popped out like a fish, I give her a quick glare then look to the pointed area.
"Just make sure you stay within my sight, sweetie," I say, lips still popped out. She curls her little arms around my neck, placing a wet kiss on my cheek.
And I'm fairly sure I have some nice brown stains of chocolate on that cheek.
Giving birth to Eve was harder than expected. It took her nine hours till she finally decided to pop up, and I was grateful in a mess of tears for that excruciating pain to be over. A pain that was all forgotten the moment I held her in my arms for the first time. She has been nothing but joy ever since.
