Sleep never came.
Alessia lay awake in the guest suite at Grand Hotel Vittoria, listening to the rain drum softly against the windows overlooking Lake Como. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Isabella’s face.
The resemblance haunted her.
The same eyes.
The same smile.
The same quiet strength captured in a photograph taken decades ago.
An entire woman had been erased from history.
Not forgotten.
Erased.
Someone had removed her from family albums, destroyed official records, cut her name from newspaper articles, and buried every trace of her existence.
But why?
And if Isabella’s disappearance had started everything, why had Antonio waited so many years before searching for the truth?
A knock interrupted her thoughts.
Three slow knocks.
She opened the door.
Lorenzo stood i
