**Elena’s POV**
The name filled the room with silence.
Dante.
My hand shot toward the bedrail before my knees gave way. My chest tightened, and I couldn’t get enough air. “Papà…” I said, my voice cracking. "Are you sure? Are you certain it was him?”
Armando nodded, a slow, heavy movement that seemed to drain his last bit of energy. “I'm sure.”
"It doesn't make sense!" Elario snapped, his face reddening with fury. "Why would he do it?"
"Because he thinks I killed his father," Armando rasped, closing his eyes.
The words sank into me like cold water. "But... that was an accident,” I whispered. “He knew that. He was there. He saw everything.”
"He never believed it," my father whispered. "He cornered me last week at the club. He threatened me, but I thought it was just the grief talking
