Layla's POV.
Tears welled up as my fingers trembled over the old letterhead.
I found another document, with my father's name scribbled on the signature line and beneath it was an address. I held it close to the light. The address was still in Florence, not far from where I lived.
"All this time…" I whispered. "You were closer than I thought."
I folded the paper gently, I picked other ones I couldn't read there along and tugged them under my arm.
Just as I turned to leave, a faint sound echoed from upstairs as if a door was creaked open.
I froze and my pulse thundered.
"Enzo?" I called out softly but there was no answer. Instead I heard slow deliberate footsteps . My flashlight flickered and darkness pressed closer.
I backed towards the stairs quietly clutching the papers tight to
