Chapter 2
I carried Leo into the house myself.
Not one guard touched him.
Not one servant asked a question.
My son’s arms stayed wrapped around my neck so tightly I could feel his heartbeat against mine.
He kept whispering, “I’m sorry, Dad.”
Each time, I answered the same way.
“You did nothing wrong.”
But my voice sounded different by the fifth time.
Harder.
Lower.
Because every apology from him was a knife meant for someone else.
Someone had made my child believe surviving trouble was the same as causing it.
In the study, I placed him on the leather sofa.
Valentina brought ice.
My mother, Lucia, knelt beside him, trembling as she checked his back and arms.
Her face turned pale.
“He has bruises.”
Javier heard it from the hallway and shouted, “I barely touched him!”
I walked to the door.
He was on his knees between two guards.
Blood marked his lip.
Grass stained his white shirt.
He looked angry now.
Not scared.
That told me the fear had been for the box, not for my son.
“You pinned him face-down,” I said.
“He was running.”
“He is eight.”
“He had my property.”
I stepped closer.
“The key belonged to my wife.”
His mouth shut.
There it was.
The first crack.
I looked at Nico, my head of security.
“Take his phone. Search his jacket. No calls.”
Javier surged forward.
“You can’t do that to me.”
“I can do worse.”
Nico stripped him of his phone and wallet.
From Javier’s jacket pocket, he removed a folded photo.
I took it.
My breath stopped.
It was Sofia.
Alive.
Standing by the olive tree.
Pregnant with Leo.
Her hand rested on her stomach.
On the back, written in her handwriting, were five words.
If Dante trusts Javier, I die.
The room tilted.
My mother sobbed once.
Valentina covered her mouth.
Javier shook his head.
“That is fake.”
I turned to Leo.
He was staring at the brass box.
“The key opens it,” he whispered.
I sat beside him.
“Did your mother tell you about it?”
He shook his head.
“I dreamed her.”
My chest tightened.
“She said, ‘Find the silver heart under my tree.’”
My mother cried harder.
Sofia used to call Leo her silver heart before he was born.
I had not told him that.
Never.
It hurt too much.
I slid the key into the little lock.
It turned.
Inside was a flash drive, a small rosary, and a folded letter sealed with wax.
My wife’s seal.
A lily.
My hands shook so badly Valentina reached for the letter.
I pulled away.
“No.”
I opened it myself.
Dante,
If you are reading this, then I failed to survive what I already feared.
Do not trust Javier.
Do not trust Father Bellini.
Do not trust the doctor who signs my report.
They are moving money through the children’s charity.
They are using your name.
They are planning to take the family by making you believe grief destroyed your judgment.
If anything happens to me, protect Leo first.
Our son is the only reason I stayed long enough to hide this.
My eyes blurred.
I could not breathe.
I had spent four years believing my wife died because I had failed to protect her from the road.
Now the truth was sitting in my hands.
She had been murdered by people close enough to kiss my son on the forehead.
Javier shouted from the hall.
“She was paranoid!”
Leo flinched.
I looked up.
Nico saw my face and dragged Javier farther back.
Valentina plugged the flash drive into my private laptop.
A folder opened.
Videos.
Bank transfers.
Medical files.
One audio recording.
My sister looked at me.
“Dante.”
I nodded.
She pressed play.
Sofia’s voice filled the study.
Quiet.
Terrified.
“I found the second ledger. Javier knows. If he reaches Dante first, he’ll make him think I ran or lost my mind.”
A man answered.
Father Bellini.
Our family priest.
“Then do not reach him, Sofia.”
A sharp sound followed.
A cry.
Then Javier’s voice.
“She should have stayed out of business.”
My mother fell back into a chair.
Leo began to sob.
I closed the laptop.
Not because I could not hear more.
Because my son had.
I pulled him into my arms.
Outside the study, Javier screamed, “You need me!”
I held my boy tighter.
“No,” I said.
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For the first time in four years, I knew exactly what I needed.
Justice.
