The mansion felt different after Isabella’s warning.
Nobody spoke.
Not even the guards.
I stood near the entrance, staring at the old photograph in Damiano’s hand.
Rafael.
My brother.
Somewhere out there, he was alive.
And apparently, someone knew exactly where he was.
I looked at Isabella.
“What happened in 2003?”
She shook her head.
“I can’t tell you everything.”
“Why?”
“Because I wasn’t there.”
“But your husband was.”
“Yes.”
“And my mother was.”
“Yes.”
“Then someone must know.”
Isabella looked at Damiano.
“Your father kept the truth locked away.”
“Then we’re going to unlock it,” Damiano said.
He turned toward one of his men.
“Get the old files from my father’s study.”
The man nodded and disappeared.
I followed Damiano into the office.
“You really think the file
