The hall was a storm.
Shouts ricocheted off the marble walls, the wives’ voices slicing through the chaos like knives, guards raising weapons, the nurse trembling on her knees, and me - caught in the middle, drowning in suspicion.
Angelo’s roar silenced it all.
“Enough!”
The sound was thunder, the kind that split the sky. Instantly, voices dropped. The hall fell into a brittle hush, every soul watching him. His eyes burned as they cut from me to the nurse, then back.
“You will speak again,” he said, low, dangerous. “And this time, you will leave no doubt.”
The nurse flinched, clutching her apron, eyes swimming with tears. “Boss, I swear… I saw her.” She jabbed a finger toward me. Her voice gained strength with the accusation, as if feeding on it. “I saw Lorraine creeping down the cor
