I did not tell Lucas what I planned on doing. That felt important, though I could not have explained why, only that some part of me needed to look for the truth myself before I let anyone else hand me a version of it.
It started small. A search on my laptop late at night, after Andre was asleep and Lucas was still in the study working through something with Marco on the phone. Camilla Ferrara's name brought up old articles, most of them five years old, all of them saying some version of the same thing. A tragic accident on a coastal road outside Seville. A body never fully recovered from the wreck. A grieving fiance who withdrew from public life for the better part of a year afterward.
None of it explained the letters. None of it explained why an investigation would still be open, if it
