Gamble

Sheila's POV

"Come on, you guys need to cheer up." Marco urged me and Madeline, as we walked down a very busy street in Italy, his idea.

"Here you go." He smiled, handing over two large ice cream cones to the both of us. Madeline's eyes instantly lit up and she started digging into hers.

It's been over a week now, since I last saw André. He was no longer in the police custody, thanks to the work of his legal team. They've also managed to debunk the idea that he was the one caught in the viral footage. Slowly, things were getting back to normal. However, there were damages caused. Damages that André needed time away to fix. I knew all that but I still missed him so much.

I subconsciously played with the ring on my finger, Andre's ring. My fingers traced the sculpture of the wolf's head and I felt myself relaxing a bit. He gave it to me on the day the cops came to take him away and I've never taken it off since then. Somehow, it felt even more significant than our wedding ring. It felt