Tartufo

by Kira Jane Buxton

“Grief is a tax. One you pay if you were lucky enough to love.”

In her blindness, a myopic hunt for her father’s affection, she didn’t see that she’d had it from her stepmother.

“Loss brings everything into focus, doesn’t it? The fragile beauty of life. A desire to live fiercely. It sweeps away the dirt of anything unimportant, exposes the truth. The wolves know how to live in harmony with the land that nurtures them. They are thriving.”

Vittoria and Giorgio only recently met but became fast friends, bonding over animals and art and having a nonna who is made of magic. Just two old souls remembering how to be young again.