Somewhere in Northern Italy
CREMONA, ITALY SUMMER, 1985 The villa has stood for three hundred years. It has seen wars and famines and lovers come and go. It has held secrets in its walls and silence in its halls. It expects nothing from the summer but heat and cicadas and the slow passing of days. It does not expect him. Oliver Bearman. He arrives on a Tuesday, when the light is golden and the garden smells of rosemary. He steps out of the car like he owns the world — shoulders back, chin high, eyes sweeping across the villa with something between boredom and curiosity. He is nineteen. He is beautiful. He is hiding something behind that perfect composure, and everyone in the house can feel it. But no one says a word. Because this is Italy. This is summer. And some things are better left unspoken. Until they are not.
About Somewhere in Northern Italy
CREMONA, ITALY SUMMER, 1985 The villa has stood for three hundred years. It has seen wars and famines and lovers come and go. It has held secrets in its walls and silence in its halls. It expects nothing from the summer but heat and cicadas and the slow passing of days. It does not expect him. Oliver Bearman. He arrives on a Tuesday, when th...Read more