Lisa Cuddy sat at her usual tavolo in her favourite Italian restaurant. Setting for one, entree for one, main for one and if she felt so inclined, dessert for one. She looked around her. Young couples sharing a romantic dinner, holding hands, gazing deep into each others eyes. Couples with children, eating as a family, laughing, talking. She looked around the room, she was the only one alone. Staring down at her half eaten plate of pasta she was deep in thought.

Her giorno had been relatively normal, until James Wilson appeared in her office. She had always believed he thought they were just friends,...

And I remember when te said, everything's gonna be alright...Laying in the summer grass, te told me not to talk so fast...And then I told you, just how I feel...You made me feel right at home, te told me I was not alone...And te knew...Just how I feel...

They lay on a picnic rug, on the grass, where the spiaggia met the fields. Staring up at the clouds the two innamorati closed their eyes, nestled arm in arm.

After a moment he opened his eyes, looking up at the clouds. The fluffy white against an electric blue, like her eyes. He gently ran hand along her cheek, her chest gently rising and falling...

Never had a dream come true, until that giorno that I found you...I never found the words to say, because you're the one I think about each day...And I know no matter where Amore takes me to, a part of me will always be with you...

Cuddy knocked on the office of James Wilson. With no answer, she tried the knob. The door opened into an empty office. Walking in she closed the door behind her. Was it wrong to just have a look around? No, she thought to herself. She tentatively walked around his desk, trying his drawers. They were unlocked. Reaching into the drawer she found a letter. Curiosity got...