Chapter 25 from All Roads Lead to Rome, Searching for the End of My Father’s War
From our tiny second-floor apartment, the orange sun slipping past the horizon cast a harvest glow onto the rows of crops fanning out from the farmhouse. Sitting for Francesca’s simple farm dinner had settled an ache into my joints, and the satisfying meat and potatoes further tamped down the energy left from the day’s piedi … Continue reading →