Chapter 171 — The Coast, Paris, and the Journey Home

The 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