Cephus’ POV

Chapter 100

Cephus’ POV

The last time I saw a girl like Katie, I was seventeen and spent the summer in Sicily.

I didn’t want to go to Italy that summer.

Like every other kid I’d known, I wanted to spend the summer with my friends in New York.

My father insisted, and my mother refused to side with me on that one.

They were both enthralled with the idea of visiting our extended family.

Me? Not so much.

I knew little about Italy. I spoke Italian because my parents had taught me, and I knew my cousins, aunts, and uncles, but I wasn’t born there.

I was born in New York. Long Island, to be exact.

That summer, I didn’t know that two years into the future, I’d lose my father and shortly after, my mother.

My father was a decade older, and his health could’ve been better.

My mother died of a broken heart after his passing, which I never thought would be possible, but it was.

So that particular summer, my father and I fought a lot.

Who wanted to spend all that time over there?

Not me, anyway.

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