Your wife was one of the most interesting people you knew.

Even though you knew her better than anyone—her words, not yours—she still fascinated you. Her childhood spent internationally, her years as a spy as an adult.

It took a long time for her to be open about everything with you, and she felt that the final step would be to take you to where she spent her adolescence—Rome, Italy.

“I lived on this street.” She muses, hand intertwined with yours as you walk down a Roman street. “They’ve repainted…let me see if I can find my old apartment.”