. Chapter One
The last time I visited Barcelona, I was alone. Susanna was dead. I had returned to our beloved city after her death knowing I would find pain, but hoping the numbness would fade as I remembered Susanna in the places we had visited. Instead, I found that the city, too had died. The warm glow of Gaudi’s lanterns had turned garish, the music on the Plaça Reial harsh. The city we both loved had abandoned me. It had stolen the memories of Susanna and taunted me with them like a word on the tip of the tongue. The city that belonged to everyone, now belonged to everyone but me.
The part of Spain I lived in, Andalucía, had become Susanna’s home after she left Barcelona for warmer weather. I lived in her world as I lived among her people, and I loved them for the…
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