Scarlett’s POV
Back at the villa, the light had shifted. The early sun filtered through the curtains like liquid gold, but there was no warmth in it for me. Only shadows. Only silence. Miriam placed the box on the dining table like it was sacred or cursed, maybe both.
We didn’t speak.
She busied herself setting up the footage on the laptop, loading the vineyard security logs. She checked if we missed anything the last time we checked. I poured myself a glass of water with a hand that trembled so hard the glass nearly slipped.
I couldn’t get the image out of my head.
The woman in the photograph.
Holding me like I belonged to her.
The handwriting, Do you even know who you truly are?
And that name on the ID.
Sofia Renata Valeris.
I whispered it out loud, just to hear how it felt aga
