A year had passed since that night on the cliff, and Alessia's life had continued to unfold in unexpected ways. She had completed her first solo art exhibition, and her work was now featured in galleries across Italy. It wasn't just her art that had flourished—her relationships with her family had evolved as well.

Giovanni had finally stepped back from the reins of the family business, handing over much of the responsibility to Luca and Francesco, who were both more than capable of running things. The family was finally at peace, not just in how they ran the business but in how they cared for one another. They were no longer just surviving; they were living.

Alessia still had moments of doubt, of course. The trauma of her past will always be a part of her. But she had learned to accept it, to understand that her past didn't define her—it was merely a part of the tapestry that made her who she was. And who she was now was a woman who had survived, who had thrived, and who was ready for whatever came next.

Her brothers were proud of her, but Alessia was most proud of herself. She had finally allowed herself to live.