Rome

Antonio approached her and went down on his knees. “Don’t
worry. Everything will be all right,” he whispered. “Look at me,” he
asked. Holly lifted her head. His face was close to hers, and his
cologne, the scent of a forest after rain, tickled her nose. She
couldn’t see his eyes, but she felt his focused gaze on her. “Do what I
do,” he said softly. “Breathe with me. Inhale… two, three… exhale…”