Gine Gine, I never thought I’d see you again. The years have been long, but your eyes are just as I rememberclear, steady, filled with that quiet strength. The wind carried the scent of rain as she stepped closer, the hem of her coat brushing the damp earth. She smiled, not the smile of someone returning, but of someone who had never truly left. I came back, she said, because some roots run too deep to ever be pulled up.
— Ginevra, fammi vedere questa casa che hai decantato tanto, voglio proprio capire dove hai sperperato tutti quei soldi — disse Lara Petronilla con un sorriso di sufficienza.
