In the Main Hall on the right wing of the mansion, Lorenzo stood alone with his phone in hand. His mind was travelling ten steps ahead than usual with his dark eyes.
Marco.
The name echoed in his head like a warning and a promise. The approaching footsteps snapped him out of his thoughts, but he didn’t turn.
“Isabella,” he called
She stopped silent behind him. He could feel the tension, fear and hesitation.
“You’re going to tell me everything,” he said calmly. It was a command and not a request. Isabella swallowed.
“This is not the right time…” she began
“It is exactly the time.” He retorted, turning slowly.
“You ran because of something you saw,” he said. “Something big enough to make you disappear for five years.”
Isabella’s chest tightened.
“And now,” he continued, “my son ge
