I've been abused by my husband, Lazzaro, for nearly the entire time of our twenty-five years of marriage. When my eighteen-year-old daughter, Isabella, saw my most recent injuries, she suggested we both leave my abusive husband while I was still able. She feared I wouldn't survive the next beating.
I knew starting over wouldn't be easy, but maybe island life could offer some peace and tranquility we both desperately needed.
When we arrived on the island, it was everything I dreamed of and everything I needed. But I didn't expect to meet a man who had the potential to change my life.
Since my wife died of cancer several years ago, I've spent every day mourning her and the loss of the life we had. Since then I've focused my time and energy on my business, my son and his wife, and my two granddaughters. But there was still something missing. I was still missing my beloved Maria.
But when I saw a battered woman and her daughter at the church, I knew I wanted to help them. I didn't know for sure what caused her injuries, but my age and wisdom told me someone was responsible.
The only problems were that I couldn't let go of my deceased wife and Sophia's husband wasn't ready to let go of her.