This Is How You Arrive in Florence

You have just left your brother-in-law behind in Milan, not knowing how many more days he has to live. What you do know is that your daughter's summer cannot be defined by grief. And that someone in the car needs to hold steady. This is how you arrive in Florence anyway, yellow flowers giving way to rooftops, dread giving way to the city’s gold light, one long night before you understand what tomorrow will bring.