The address turned out to be Dante's own office. Not a warehouse this time. Not neutral ground.
Elena noticed that immediately, walking in with Vittoria half a step behind her — Dante had chosen his own territory for a confession, which told her something about how much control he still believed he had over how this landed.
He stood when they entered. His eyes went to Vittoria first.
Not to Elena. Not to Adrian, who came in a moment later with Luca and Sofia trailing him, all of them arriving within minutes of each other like a summons nobody had dared ignore.
Dante looked at Vittoria the way you look at a photograph you've kept hidden for years and finally let someone else see.
"You have her eyes," he said quietly. "Your mother's."
Vittoria's hands had curled into fists at her sides
