If There Is Another Life, Don’t Let Her Go to Sicily Again

"With a sharp gunshot, my husband of twenty years, Marcus De Luca, rushed in front of me and took the bullet for me.As he lay dying, he spoke gently.“Nerina, live well.”I held him in my arms.My tears kept falling as I pressed hard against the wound in his chest.But he only touched my hair.His eyes fell on Vivian’s body.“She’s dead. I have no reason to live either.”It felt like a bullet had gone through my head.All the blood in my body froze.“She suffered in Sicily for twenty years.”“She finally came back, and now she died in front of me.”“Please stay alive. Bury me with her.”“If there is another life, don’t let her go to Sicily in your place again.”“Please make us whole.”His hand fell.My world collapsed.When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of Marcus’s father.The old Don looked at me.“Your wedding with Marcus is set for three days from now.”I lifted my head and spoke calmly.“Marcus’s bride should not be me. It should be Vivian.”“As for Sicily, I’ll go.”"