Lucia’s POV
The world had turned against my father. I couldn’t stop wondering what he was going through, or if he even knew what was happening.
Every day, a new article came out, dragging Antonio Castellano’s name through the mud. Some called him a heartless criminal, a mentally deranged man who should be at rehab, others a coward who had run from his sins.
Lies. All lies.
I knew the truth. Or at least, part of it. Yes, my father worked for a front company, but he didn’t know. He struggled with PTSD, but he didn’t start that fire. And if anyone had a hand in the destruction of Dante’s warehouse, it was Vincenzo. I had no proof, just a strong gut feeling.
But no one would listen.
That’s why I decided to write my own article.
I wasn’t naive enough to think the world would suddenly bel
