Chapter 171 — The Coast, Paris, and the Journey HomeThe train wound its way through hills and tunnels until, suddenly, the view opened up to the sea. Deep blue, houses clinging to the mountainside like colorful candies, and that salty breeze rushing in. Sofía pressed her forehead against the glass and smiled.“Positano…” she whispered. “Look at this, Adrián.”He wrapped his arm around her, with Ayden asleep in his lap.“It’s a painting. And on top of that, I have you by my side.” He kissed her on the temple. “What more could I want?”Sofía looked down at her belly, caressing it without realizing it.“For everything to go well. That’s what we want.”Adrián nodded silently, squeezing her hand a little tighter.On the Amalfi Coast, they found a small family-run hotel. The owner, a woman in a flowered apron, welcomed them as if they were long-lost cousins. “Such a cute little boy,” she said, pointing at Ayden, and immediately lent them a little bucket and a shovel so he could play on the
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